Softer days have been sneaking up on me lately. I don't know if it's the soothing influence of nature or simply that I'm at a point my grief where "remembering" isn't hurting like razor blades these days.
I've been diligent with my journal pouring out over the past five months my grief and a daily basis. I make time to grieve daily. Sometimes, it takes different forms for me: my journal, a glass of wine and a conversation with a husband who is no longer there, drawing, writing a particular memory for Collin, looking at pictures of the life that we had, sharing memories. Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry.
I didn't know what to expect with my five-month "angelversary" on Sunday. But I know that this week is been softer, that moments of joy have been slipping in unexpectedly. I caught myself laughing with a friend at lunch today over the antics of his in-laws. He picked up on it immediately and said, "You may not see it, but you are getting better"
I've been out in nature....watching sunsets...sunrises...connecting with people
....and things are slowly getting better.