To me, grief represents love, beauty but also isolation.
Mommy loves to tell the story of the day I was born. As soon as I was all cleaned up and looking beautiful, they handed me to my Daddy. Of course, I was yelling my fool head off as babies tend to do. He smiled, patted my rear, and snuggled me close.
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We have settled on the fact that we will look back on lockdown like an unlikely friend. It sure was life changing.
Grief is unpredictable. And seemingly timeless.
We hope that you have enjoyed reading The Grief Reality in April. It is a joy to have somewhere to talk so openly about grief, mental health and general ramblings.
After all, I was widowed now! Wasn’t I supposed to be sad all the time?
We are one third of the way through 2021. Look at how far you have come, and smile. We are so proud of you.
Grief sucks but to come out the other side intact, one must go through and accept the process with the courage of a warrior.
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