This Thing Called Grief

I wander.
I walk from room to room, looking out the windows and then standing still. Not looking for anything, not looking at anything. Then I wander back to my computer where my friends and my family are.
Surrounded by photos and mementos of and from loved ones.
Memories.


I wonder.
I wonder what I will actually get accomplished today. I wonder if I've waited too long to get anything accomplished or is the attempt just a start that wont get finished. I wonder what tomorrow will bring and am I going to feel like my life is surreal for a long time or the rest of my life.


I pray.
I pray for sleep, but it doesn't come.
I pray for some peace, but I still feel slightly numb. Maybe that is the peace I need?
I pray for direction for my life, but I can't see it. I'm still searching and asking and waiting.
I pray for a purpose I can't find.

My mind wanders to happier moments. It's like it's put up a barrier to try and prevent me from remembering anything negative. Even though I do remember the difficult times with my husband, they are easily swept away. I wonder if it will always be like that. I'm not exactly sure how I feel about that perception. It makes missing him harder to accept.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm just alive, but I'm not living.
I'm just wandering through the motions praying for some resolve.