My new happy place is our lake house. I get up each morning to the most peaceful view. Sometimes I see the birds flying close to the waters and ripples that they leave behind brings peace to my soul.
I am constantly going through the waves of grief. I wonder when, or even if, this will ever go away. I barely remember the times before this pain. Sometimes the sun shines through and I seem to “forget” that I am sad. Then it hits lame again. He’s really gone. Not to come back. All that I have are memories of a different time. A million years ago.
But the sun is getting through. I know that there are many blessings in my life. I have to grab hold of that fact and keep getting better.