Climbing Jacob's Ladder

I mostly just watched quietly holding my husband's hand as we sat in front of his headstone. I felt the pain of his death come over me as if not one day had passed. I began to feel the hot sting of tears come forth and roll down my cheeks again. Sweeping them away, all I could do was suppress the deep longing, and wishing that I could hold him again. I wanted to hold him just for one more moment, one last time; understanding fully that no amount of time would ever be enough. Jacob was our first baby, our first son, our first everything.