Friends tell me that time will reduce the pain. It's been 5 months and still I cry. When will I be able to have a whole day without tears. I am trying to stay busy but loneliness overwhelms me without warning. It catches in my throat and then the tears come.
Days fold into nights and into days again. Time goes by but the pain persists. Maybe tomorrow will be better. I have a lovely picture of him in the hallway. Whenever I pass it, I speak to him and beg him to answer. Imagine talking to a picture on the wall!
If anyone else talked like this, I would've told them to get over it. Is this intense grief another learning experience? Today's lesson: don't judge until you've experienced it. I'm 83 for goodness sakes and still having lessons on being human.
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