Comforting
My neighbor, who has been my grief partner for the past 18 months, finished moving out of her house. It was a sad day for me, as I know I...
"but getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air."
― Sarah Kay
I am not a counselor, I am not a therapist. What I am is someone grieving, sharing with you times of pain, longing and my process to re-enter life.
If you opened this blog by accident or design, thank you. it isn’t about cooking or fixing things that we generally go to find out about. My spouse died over a year ago. This followed a week-by-week, month-by-month, year-by-year decline for over 10 years of the brilliant, exuberant person I had given my life to for over 50 years. It has been a time of numbness and survival. This blog is about a journey; a story about my efforts, from a bottomless pit, to re-enter a life that I had had taken from me.