One minute you’re driving along, everything is cool & moving forward and then – BAM – you get smacked in some unexpected way that knocks you on your ass. Before you know it you’re bawling, sobbing, full-on Niagara Falls, at an airport while the manager of the rental car place is giving you a hug. Don’t laugh, because that totally happened to me.
It’s over the oddest things too. Little remembrances that make you or break you; fortify your decision or make you crumble into despair.
That stupid saved water bottle sitting by the sink. The absence of the expected creak in floorboards when your partner usually comes to bed. Curtains with memories. T-shirts with smells. Stumbled upon receipts. So many pictures. So many words.
All memories shared. Memories thrown away. Memories that have lost their emotional value. At what point in the grieving process do those memories become valuable for the experience itself rather than the emotion that was inevitably present? I’m waiting.
Yours, in love,
2 thoughts on “Grief is a tricky little bitch”
I’m so sorry for your painful circumstances. One day it will not hurt so much. Hang on.
Aw, thank you Miz Boo. Love your pics!