I wake up every morning and remember that I’m alone.
As I throw the covers back and swing my legs over the bed in one fluid motion (otherwise I might change my mind) I hear myself say, “I can do this!” Some mornings I sound strong and happy. Some days I sound weak and tired.
Every night is the reverse order. I climb into bed and say, “I did it.” Although I sound tired to myself, I realize that I am happy. Because I really did it!
And I’ll do it again tomorrow.
Author: Admin
I was happily married for almost 24 years. My husband and I had were raising two children. Shortly before our 24th anniversary, Tom died suddenly of heart attack. My world stopped. With kids (ages 16 and 13) there isn't the luxury of mourning at my own pace. I had to roll up my sleeves and help each with their own grief all the while managing mine. It is very hard. I am sad that some of you may have found this blog as you are trying to navigate your own traumatic event. Let me be here for you. Grief is fickle. Just when you think you are strong enough to manage a second, a minute,
an hour, Grief changes her mind and punches you in the gut.
You are not alone. I'm going through it, too. I am here for you.
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