I've been thinkin' about Harv a fair bit lately. Most every day... All the time... But lately, I've been thinkin' about how I'm grieving.
I think I'm figuring out that I want to grieve slowly and feel it all... And I want to hurry up and stop grieving.
That's kind of a weird place to be.
For me, I know I "talk" in my blog about my losses, but when I'm in the thick of the emotion, I pretty much don't want to talk. For me, the grief is too sacred to discuss out loud most of the time. I don't want to talk when I'm having a special moment at the two rivers in Lytton. I won't want to talk when I go to see the graves of my parents and my sister. And, I certainly don't want to discuss my loss with the banker who is changing the signatories on our safe deposit box.
Grief is so personal and individual. It's also a day-by-day thing where one day might not look like the day before.
And, the other thing I keep thinkin' about is how having Harv here... in my life... in this house... walkin' around in the yard... wrestling with Raney... teaching the girls different things... laughin' his laugh... playin' his guitar... bein' in his office... never bein' able to stop learning or trying new things... makin' me feel special
... that seems like a whole lifetime ago... a whole 'nother life...
...I'm livin' a "new" life now... one where he's still here and he's also not here...
What a strange place to be.
What a gift he was to me.
What a great man.
What a great loss.
What a great man.
What a great loss.
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