As I told you months ago-the first year is the worst.
Once you get over that monster of a hurdle, it gets gradually better.
I cried the first few times I went food shopping without George - it was horrible.
I could almost hear him in my head saying, "Shall we get the things we need to bake a cake?" or, " Let's get a couple of pizza shells. The first Thanksgiving/Christmas/New Year's was horrible - it was a sob fest for me.
But you are over that hurdle now.
I know it was rough. I know that whole year was like a fucking bad dream, but you made it back, like the Apollo 13 astronauts made it back from their nearly fatal accident in space.
Thank you, Gerry. Those days were hard, and those little sudden moments. Life has pushed me forward, and now I'm walking along rather than feeling like I'm pulling/pushing against a large weight.
Everyone reacts differently to the death of a loved one. Everyone is entitled to their own form of mourning. I am glad that you seem to have arrived to being at peace with yourself.
Tony, it took me a while to realize that grieving in my own way was absolutely fine. Thinking I wasn't progressing in any way was why I sought out a counsellor who helped me see it. Thanks for your kind words. Peace is a much better state.
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Once you get over that monster of a hurdle, it gets gradually better.
I cried the first few times I went food shopping without George - it was horrible.
I could almost hear him in my head saying, "Shall we get the things we need to bake a cake?" or, " Let's get a couple of pizza shells. The first Thanksgiving/Christmas/New Year's was horrible - it was a sob fest for me.
But you are over that hurdle now.
I know it was rough. I know that whole year was like a fucking bad dream, but you made it back, like the Apollo 13 astronauts made it back from their nearly fatal accident in space.
You have made a plan to move ahead-and move on.
I'm proud of you.
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