I feel somewhat obliged to write something about this day today, but I find I do not have the words to do so. It is not that this year is particularly hard in terms of my grief journey; it isn't. Twelve years ago, Philip left us for the bosom of Abraham. I've written a fair bit about it over the years, and I have nothing new to add.
I'm melancholy today, and I have been hyper-aware of the date, but mostly it has just been a day like any other.
I do reflect a bit more on grief these days, in part because it is the backbone of my book, but also because it changes over time, as I have changed over time. Twelve years is a long time to live without someone.
But it has become bearable, the absence. A note in the background, rather than the symphony of my life.
sending you a hug. I get that, the grief being there but not being the whole. I look forward to reading that book you know. I have faith in you.
ReplyDeleteI cannot imagine your grief. But I am amazed by your resilience. xo
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