I’m always reminded about how special this little blog is when I have my own “moment” of cancer hurt. We may not be the biggest blogging community, but you are by far, the best.
I thank you all for “lifting” me these last few days.
Could it be that it’s getting harder instead of easier to accept this loss? I heard from one of Leroy’s sisters’ just the other day. She told me, she feels a stronger sense of grief now, than when he died in 2008. The finality is sinking in and it hurts.
I guess that’s not too unusual. Some grief experts will counsel family members that they could experience more profound feelings of loss a few years after the death of a loved one.
I’m not in that group. It hit me like a brick immediately. Those were intense times, being a care-giver. We were in it together every day, all day. When he died, it all stopped. What had become a life style, abruptly ended. I’d lost some one I loved dearly and my world, as I’d known it for a very long time, came to a screeching halt.
And over the cliff I went. Grief wasted no time finding me.
But grief isn’t what I feel now. Sad, is still what I feel now. I miss Leroy. On days that have even more meaning regarding his life, I’m even sadder still. But I also have all of you.
You understand. You “get it.” I’m sorry you “get it,” but I’m happy you’re here.