Still picking up the pieces

Grief, 22 months later.  I had a dream last night. I haven’t seen another person in four days.  I’ve been sick.  Flu, then weak and exhausted, not eating much and dragging myself around the house.  Missing my husband terribly. I’m still pushing through the grief; I realize it’s been a constant effort, propping myself up with busyness – good busyness but busyness nonetheless.  Alone these … Continue reading Still picking up the pieces

Desiccated

Just when I think there are no more tears left, something like an anniversary comes along.  I woke this morning with my eyes already welling with tears and as I blinked they escaped and dropped to pool on my pillow.  Today marks the day I fell in love with my husband.  Just like that. Over dinner. Combining my current state of grief with my pastimes of art and … Continue reading Desiccated