Whew. It’s been a day. The memories and other stuff popping up like whack a mole. It all started one year ago tonight. The weight of the week. The return of the sadness. Crying on the inside. Gratitude for friends and family keeping watch. Doing my best to bend and not break. I’m safe and will be okay. Just naming the struggle. Speaking of which, I’ve decided to name my companion (grief) Persephone. She needed a name, and that one fits. Thanks for your prayers and presence, friends.
Reflections