Good morning I have a project. Crummy photo, but still, it’s there on my desk waiting for me to begin. It’s been there for a few months. I can’t seem to pick it up. But it’s going to be a necklace that I am anxious to have, so I’m sure I’ll start it soon.
This grieving thing is a bit like living in a fog. I can see things. I can do things. But everything seems disconnected to me. I talked with a counselor yesterday, and while there is no right or wrong way to grieve, apparently I’m fairly normal. It takes time. And I have plenty of that. Sometimes, too much. I can’t seem to help thinking about the last six months. They were very difficult, but now it seems like they flew by.
After Jerry’s surgery for his brain cancer and after the radiation and chemo, the MRI showed that the cancer was no longer there. How can that be when he died just four months later? I wish I could stop thinking about those six months and instead think about the last 22 years. We had great fun. I’m so grateful for those years and so grateful that I knew and loved Jerry. I’ll take the pain that comes with loss. I wouldn’t change anything.