This grief thing really gets to me. Sometimes I think I'm fine. Sometimes I just go through the days and feel like life is pretty much the way it always has been. And then, it hits me. It's very strange. It hits me in ways I wouldn't expect. I become forgetful or flustered or impatient or in great need of more sleep. I'm not so sure people really understand that I can still be grieving months after my parents died. I think they sort of understand, but I also believe they expect me to return to "normal" fairly soon... when what I really want to do is crawl in a hole.
I'm thankful for all the years I had with my parents and I guess I'm also thankful that I loved them enough to be in lots of pain right now. That's a good thing.
photo:LHKitchens
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Thanks for the credit! Also, I think you will always have this grief. You might just learn to handle it differently.
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