No I'm technically not in school but I'm learning this thing called life. Two years ago, I found out my husband's cancer was back. A lot has changed since then. I've learned a lot about grief. The biggest being that grief is the price you pay for love. Every one handles it differently and there's no wrong way. There will be days you could drown in your own tears. Lean into it. Cry if you need to. It doesn't mean you're weak. It means you're hurting. It doesn't mean you're not healing. It's a process and like every damn process it takes time. I'm learning to take care of myself and love the old lady I've become. I can't bring myself to date and that's ok. I have my grandchildren and my precious fur babies and I'm happy. I thought I might be getting lonely but I'm not. I'm just missing Dwight. He was one heck of a man and an even better friend.
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