Bloody long read alert!!
If you have the stamina, time and a large mug of something handy - maybe even a couple of bikkies ... Here was my 21 months of this new life (now 24 months and counting) - as always it is totally me and no one else (so if it offends or causes pain, my apologies - please walk away)
That word grief after nearly twenty-one months ….
This little five-letter word “grief” we all know and recognise. For some that word grief - like a distant country - is impersonal and unknown. For others it is closer - a place visited, left, and now remembered. And for some it is a new home - a place where their old home was ravaged never to be the same ever again. For me this word “grief” is becoming an irrelevancy now that I’m with and without Mandy. It is becoming someone else’s label and explanation…
I agree. The five letter word grief means a hard traveled road. A friend discribes this as a deep well which you visit often. A nurse says this is an ice storm during an earthquake. I felt sharp electrical current waves in my brain. Thank goodness these waves are becoming peaceful. I enjoy the good memories now after two years. Hope and prayers are a healing path. I wish you well thoughts. 😇