Grief is a funny thing.
It's been 7 months & there are still times when it feels as though nothing has changed at all & she will walk through the door at any moment with that smile that could light up a room. There are times when I am angry - angry at the situation, angry at her, angry at myself for being angry. Then there are times when the pain hits me like a wave & nearly knocks me off my feet. When I catch myself thinking, "Oh I have to tell Olivia about this" & then realize that I can't. Or when I am reminded of her by a song, an anniversary or a memory. When she appears in my dreams & I could swear that she is still here & I awake with a tremendous ache in my chest when reality sets in. I know as the days & years go by it will get easier because although grief doesn't end it does shift & change shape. Grief is many things -
it is heartbreak,
it is disbelief,
it is anger,
it is messy,
it is laughter when recalling old memories
& it is lovingly remembering the one you lost.
Grief is a funny thing
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