Sunday, May 17, 2015

I'm ok even when it doesn't feel like it.

It's been over a year since my husband passed on to his eternal home in Heaven and escaped lewy body dementia.
I'm doing well, I attended grief recovery.
I have interests, I have friends.
I'm carving out a new life for me.
I volunteer so I can help someone else, I work.
Life keeps moving forward, I'm moving with it.
My heart is still married.
The days are softer, I can speak of my husband without tears escaping. 
I can laugh and remember fondly and remember the truth about our life and how hard it could be at times. 
I didn't place him on a pedestal.
I'm doing the things I would have wanted had I been the one that passed first. 

I'm not lonely, I just don't like being alone for a lot of things.
Yes, I'm doing well but even in that, I occasionally have a day when I feel overwhelmed by his absence and I missed him so very much.
It's normal and it's going to happen again I am pretty sure.