I’ve had people ask me how I’m doing. Honestly, sometimes I just don’t know what to say in response. It depends on when you catch me. Frankly, the best times are when I’m talking to someone besides myself…. especially when it’s not about how I’m doing. So if you’re over in my hood, hit me up. First and foremost, it does not seem like I’ve been alone now for over five months. On the other hand, it’s been forever since I saw him, touched him, held him, heard his voice. And I think of him and his absence constantly… Still, it’s getting a LITTLE less difficult to move through the days. (The nights, that’s different…) I never know when it’s going to hit me - scooping dog food into bowls in the morning, paying bills at my computer, sitting in the parking lot of the grocery store, pet store, post office or drugstore… or in the middle of my living room. It feels a bit like walking along the beach, gentle breeze, warm sun, surf at my feet when SWOOOOSH… with the force of a tsunami...
Starting over... but not, at 57. I could see this at 75, but 57 is wrong. It's like starting over, but I've already done all the important shit... Get a degree: check Find my soul mate: check Marry my soulmate: check Buy a home: check Have beautiful children with soulmate: check Plan for retirement with soulmate: in progress Pay off mortgage: check Then... you died... Now, I have a house, two daughters, two dogs... and no you. What now?
People say grief lasts a year. Or it lasts 2 years. Or 5 years or 7 years but the uncomfortable as hell truth is that grief’s time frame is variable and coincides directly with the number of years I’ll be alive. People don’t realize that grief never really leaves you instead becoming a deep part of who you are as a being because people stop talking about it… At 5 years I posted in a grief support group how I still miss him some days so badly it physically hurts and the comment following was how ‘Wow. That’s not encouraging at all. 5 years?!’ Yes, and more. I’ll let you know when that changes. But there are still days when he’s all I can think about or even attempt to not think about. I just don’t usually let people know that. Wouldn’t wanna be ‘not encouraging’, now would we?
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