One of the other widow bloggers I follow just wrote a post that really hit home. You have to read it (here), and then read my comment to her because that's a post in itself.
My reply: Oh my God. Not only did your post touch my heart so incredibly deeply, but then to hear Sarah McLachlan's Angel just sent me right over the edge. Matt and I had several opportunities for our paths to cross, but didn't meet until a bit later on as well. And this song was pivotal in our early years. How is it that couples who are so mismatched can live in unhappiness for so many years, and people like us who had our perfect match have to lose them so soon? I can only hope that it's true that we will be together again someday. I don't believe in hell as in fire and brimstone, but I believe that what we are going through is. And what we experienced being together with our soul mates was heaven. When I looked at Matt, and when I look at his pictures now, it's honestly like looking at half of myself. It seems to make sense, because half of myself is now gone. Thanks for the good cry - I was overdue.
Many hugs and lots of love to you.