Die another day.

Just over two months ago I walked behind my husband's coffin to the crematorium. Even though we lived separate, there is a void his death has left in me. Once upon a time I loved this man, I was his wife, we were the parents of the beautiful lives brought into this world together. I am once dead. He is twice dead. We both died together on the day our love took it's last breath. But life will go on..atleast for me. I have responsibilities to fullfil to our children. Even if you were not a part of my life, you were always a part;, the other force behind them. The other gene of their living and breathing. And you will always be. No one will take it away from you.. I lived once, then living twice.. Waiting just to die another day.