..... even when someone new enters your life.
There is no cure for grief.
It must be traveled through.
I discovered that this week.
I am definitely having more good days than bad days.
But the bad days still come.
I think they will always come .... though they will be fewer and farther in between.
I am happier than I have been in a long time.
But the waves still hit.
The sadness still encroaches.
And that is frustrating.
I want to leave the tears behind.
I want to move forward and count my blessings.
I want to live in the now and focus on the good.
But the grief is like a living thing that grabs hold of me and drags me backwards.
It seems to grab me when I least expect it.
When I start to think that all is well and that I am doing well ...... it crawls out of nowhere and slams into me.
But .... here's the thing: after it slams into me and knocks the breath out of me ..... I somehow manage to get back up. Sometimes I get up quickly, other times it takes me a few days.
But at least I get up.
Even when I don't really want to.
So that's something.
And we all need to hang on to something good.