On most days I see all of the colors again.
They are bright, they are fluorescent, they are vibrant, they are beautiful.
They sound like happy music.
Some days I only see the grays, the blacks, and the dust.
Are the colors really truer and brighter than I remember, or is it just that they are now contrasted with the deepest most dramatic dark?
A dark that I never even knew existed.
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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