I often can’t help but thinking that I have mourned each facet of the loss of my love at least once. Each sad thought, each emotion explored or mulled over for its’ initial contemplation. I feel that often times, I am going over previously pondered thoughts and ruminating. Picking apart and reassembling.

When I find a grief spot that I had not touched out of avoidance or by simply not being at that ‘stage’ yet, I am surprised. New territory can be terrifying and lonely.

As I get farther down this widows timeline, there are far fewer of these new frontiers and I now know where to look and turn for support when they arrive. I am pleased that there are less new ones….but I find that rethinking previously explored territory is often deeper and more thorough.

Although there are books, other widows and theories to act as a rudimentary compass, there are no maps for this journey. We each have to decide our own path to the destination known as ‘peace’.

I just really hope that my revisiting of old places does not signal that my trail is going in circles!