"If all I ever have is you...it's enough."

That was the first coherent sentence I think my husband uttered after we found out we had lost our only son.

My first coherent sentence had been "my biggest fear is that we won't know how to deal and we will get divorced!".  This was even bigger than my fear of never having children. (I have heard horror stories about people getting divorced after a loss like this either because neither of the spouses could move on or they just grieved so differently they couldn't lean on each, etc.!)

And that was his response - "If all I ever have is you...it's enough."  What an incredible testament to my husband's commitment to and love for me; to our marriage; to God; and to John Preston!

It's true that we grieve differently.  Jimmy Ray grieves quietly and privately.  I grieve loudly, enthusiastically and sometimes angrily.  The key is that we respect each other's way of grieving.  I'm okay with those difference because when I am falling aprt and crying hysterically or cursing and ranting and raving or searching for my own way of 'productive grieving', he listens to me, he holds me, he comforts me, and he supports me.  He still misses our son desperately, just as I do.  And as long as I remember that, I can respect whatever way he decides to grieve as I know he will respect mine.