“HOW ARE YOU DOING?”

I’m ok.
I’m learning to live.
I take one day at a time.
I don’t plan for the future as much as I used to.
I don’t try to control things anymore.
I smile. I laugh, as much as I can.
I am taking care of myself, my body and my soul.
I’m firmly planted, roots way down.
I LOVE cooking.
I still feel absolutely lost in the wilderness some days.
I cry.
I allow grief to take hold when it comes in the unexpected waves.
I’m not rushing.
I booked my flight finally for a March vacation.
I’m rebuilding.
Adapting.
Mending.
Reclaiming pieces of me.
Being kinder to myself.
Working on loving myself as much as I’ve loved others.
Healing.
But at the end of every day I still say “he should be here”

Rest will never be in trying to figure it all out. There will always be mystery in life and we will always be confronted with the unplanned, the unexpected.

In grief, just remember….
“It’s a gift to hurt so much, it means there was something so important to you that was lost”

Much love,
TB