The past 6 weeks...

    James Robert Bruce
    Jan 23, 1967-Sept 13, 2010

This has been without a doubt the most heartbreaking time in my life. After 3 failed attempts, on September 13, 2010 my ex-husband, Jim Bruce, successfully ended his life, hanging himself in the house he grew up in, which was also the home we shared while married.  We enjoyed a relationship post-divorce that is so scarce, most people would just stare at me in disbelief when I would try to explain it to them. We found a way to put all of the hurt behind us, and pick up our friendship where it left off. For this I am eternally grateful, as there have been very few people I have ever felt comfortable confiding in. More than that, we shared many of the same likes and dislikes when it came to music/movies/sense of humor, making our points of reference very relate-able. Which ironically is what drew us to each other in the first place. I am left with a profound sadness at the loss of one of my dearest and closest friends, and it is a void that at this point I can't imagine how I will ever fill. There has not been a day that has gone by in the past 36 days that I do not cry over my loss. I have lost the one person that I could count on for anything at anytime, without ever giving it a second thought, and it was always done gladly, without any hesitation or placing of guilt. I seek strength each and every day to try to repair my heartbreak, trying to focus on the fact that I was lucky to have the moments I had with him. I really feel as if I need to try to right the terrible mismanagement of his most troubled time. I only hope that will bring me some closure.