100 days

It's been 100 days from Frank died. There really is no significance I can attach to that, other than it's been 100 days of waking up without him. And 100 days of not having him here to talk to. And 100 days of knowing it will be just like this, for the rest of my life.

I always think of "100 days" as the time a new US president has to go to work, to show what his agenda is and make some inroads on that. What can he show, for his first 100 days?

I know that, for my first 100 days without Frank, I'm still as sad on Day 100, as I was on Day 1. That tragic sadness hasn't eased any. I am as teary as ever in private, and as close to tears in conversations, as ever. Just reaching 100 days, doesn't change that.

I can only wonder what tomorrow will bring, aside from Day 101.