Roger and I met on Valentines day. It was always such a special day for that reason. Now it is one of the saddest. I miss him so much. I try to get by, but days like these bring the memories flooding back. I am not sure why am am holding on some days. I am not sure why I get up in the mornings. I look for a reason. But can't always find one.
In the long journey of grief there are no set rules... by:
If there is logic in grief then someone had better point it out to me because in the 14 months since Hubby died Nothing makes sense.
It is all surviving the day surviving the night. Some people can loose themselves in work. Earlier in grief any physical labor, working in the yard any thing that I could expend a lot of energy helped. Keeping a journal also a good Idea. I wrote hubby often for the first year, I write less often only because I feel that my thought are redundant and do not help as much as it did initially.
I would love to be able to paint my emotions Gee how scary would that be? Any one remember the show Night Gallery? Such a spectrum of emotions and fears and we blindly fumble and find our way through grief.
Just remember that there will be good and bad days and some that you feel as if you are back to square one. One step forward two steps back but as long as you keep on keeping on you will make it, We all will eventually see light at the end of the tunnel... HH
