The harder part has been what happens after some time goes by. It's like no one wants me to talk about Brian, or maybe in their own grief path, they're not ready to hear about him.
This week's lesson included the following:
"There is no guarantee that you will to heal. No book, pamphlet, or poem can ensure it… only you can.
Healing is a choice, and not healing is a choice.
There are so many resources available, and you can choose to take advantage of them when you’re ready. You can choose to remain open to the ones around you. It will not be easy, but that just tells you how significant your loved one IS (not was) to you. Be the fighter they want you to be, and choose to face your pain. Every day it will get a little easier, until suddenly it’s bearable. And you can enjoy your life again."
Brian's last words to me mentioned that I'm a strong person and to be strong for him. Some days it's harder than other days. But each day I try. Some days I fail. But I pick up the pieces and continue on. It' the little things that help. Today, I walked in a park that Brian and I frequented. Yesterday, I planted some spring flowers in the backyard. Even though he's not here to help, I moved forward on getting the roof replaced. I don't always want to do what needs doing. Some days, I just sit on the couch and veg. But then I remember that things need to be done, and I'm the one who has to do it.
It's not easy accepting that he's gone, never coming back
It's not easy letting go of what happened, letting go of the "what if's"
So I'm left with having faith in what will be
And that has to be enough
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