New year, new grief?
Time is supposed to heal all wounds, right? Or we’re supposed to go through the “stages” of grief (how many are there, 5? 7?) and then we’re to be able to move on? From my experience of the last 27 years, I can tell you that I’m still processing my loss.
I’m grateful for my grief
I am grateful for my grief. I know that probably sounds…strange, but I am. I wish my mom was still here, there are so many days that I wish I could call her and hear her voice. But I’m starting to see my grief as a gift, something I have learned so much from, that I’m still learning from.