….. even when someone new enters your life.

There is no cure for grief.

No answer.

No person.

No miracle.

It must be traveled through.

I discovered that this week.

I am definitely having more good days than bad days.

But the bad days still come.

I think they will always come …. though they will be fewer and farther in between.

 

I am happier than I have been in a long time.

But the waves still hit.

The sadness still encroaches.

And that is frustrating.

Beyond belief.

 

I want to leave the tears behind.

I want to move forward and count my blessings.

I want to live in the now and focus on the good.

But the grief is like a living thing that grabs hold of me and drags me backwards.

Sometimes.

 

It seems to grab me when I least expect it.

When I start to think that all is well and that I am doing well …… it crawls out of nowhere and slams into me.

But …. here’s the thing: after it slams into me and knocks the breath out of me ….. I somehow manage to get back up. Sometimes I get up quickly, other times it takes me a few days.

But at least I get up.

Even when I don’t really want to.

 

So that’s something.

Something good.

And we all need to hang on to something good.

Don’t we?