Grief around 11 months feels like this for me. I’m okay and have my people who love and care for me. Some days are harder than others. My musings from early this morning:
A waking wonder:
Where did everybody go?
Still here. Still there. Living their lives, just like you did, before.
Not exactly carefree lives. Just living their lives.
Some turned up. Some turned against. Some turned away.
Turn. Turn. Turn. What a season.
Determined to live again, beyond the griefiest season ever
Death casts shadows in both directions: foreshadow and aftermath.
Living within and through the shadow of death,
signs of your new life reality emerge as you trudge through this valley,
where despair and depression coexist with gratitude and growth.
Name it: Your person isn’t coming back. No one is coming to rescue you.
The loneliness of the abyss is experienced most deeply in their absence:
A year without kisses.
They’re not here to share daily joys, pains, and perplexations.
The shadow valley courses through the everyday life stuff.
Thankfully, we never walk alone.