Some of the activities around the holidays began stirring up the tendrils of grief that are still suction-cupped to my heart.
Music, decorations, photos…oh hell, the gazillion cameras dad had. Videos of mom playing Christmas carols. Every one holds a piece of my heart that. Each has a smile and a tear attached.
Such times make the echoes of people, who think they are helping, saying “it’s been 10 years,” or “they’re in a better place,” sting more. And also make me wonder if I am crazy or abnormal for continuing this elongated grief process.
I am not. Please…if you are living in a grief cycle…know that your grief is yours alone. It’s neither too long nor too short. It may come and go in waves. In fact, it probably will. The waves may be ripples or tsunamis. The cycle is yours and it occurs in YOUR timeline.
DO NOT LET ANYONE TELL YOU HOW LONG GRIEF “TAKES.”
A little video that says the same and also has a connect to caregiving:
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