The Week That Was…
It was exhausting then…and it’s exhausting now.
The week that was, four years ago seems to have weighed-in heavily this year. I don’t know why. I’ve read about delayed sadness, after the loss of a loved one. Maybe that’s how I explain this sensation of the past five or six days.
I do feel the heavy foot of sorrow lifting off my chest and for that I am thankful. It’s not something a person can carry around with them for a long period of time, without some long-lasting damage.
I’ve heard about ‘late-effect’ complications from cancer treatment, but this ‘late-effect’ grief is a new one on me.
Thank you for all your ‘lifting’ this week. Couldn’t have gotten through this without you.
August 22, 2012 @ 10:41 pm
Still thinking about Leroy after all these years…
August 18, 2012 @ 6:38 am
They say there are five stages of grieving; the last being the acceptance stage. I don’t know if anyone ever really reaches that stage. I think as time goes by we are able to function a little better but the pain never goes away. There are times when I feel as if my husband has been gone forever and other times it feels as if it happened yesterday. I’m glad we were all here to support you this week……………as always, still Lifting…..
August 17, 2012 @ 10:25 pm
Laurie..you know we are always here to support you and keep you standing. I’m sorry it has a rougher than usual anniversary but it seems grief has no time limit or no mercy. The tears come so easily sometimes over what seems the simplest of things. I suppose we have to allow ourselves the feelings in order to work through grief and come out the other side somehow.
August 17, 2012 @ 7:13 pm
I’m not sure that the grieving process ever ceases. For me, it has changed. My mother died from Alzheimers 11 1/2 years ago after a 4 1/2 year battle. I witnessed and participated in her fight but could do nothing to slow or stop the onslaught. I have written a tribute to her chronicling her life and her fight but I have not shared it yet with any of my family. One day I will. When I began to write, my emotions and feelings were so raw but I persevered to capture my thoughts along with the facts. Over time as I have added more detail and content, my emotions are some what more subdued but still there when I reflect. As I read her story now, I am proud to have undertaken my journey with her and to present for her grandchildren and great-grand children a story of a life well lived. My grief has evolved through so may stages but still remains even today but not in its rawest form. Perhaps Laurie, the grief you feel and experience each year upon the anniversary of Leroy’s death will continue to evolve…..the intensity may gradually lessen over time and perhaps there will be moments, fleeting though they may be, when a smile comes to your face about a particular reflection or a shared memory. I don’t attempt to diminish the feelings of your loss but I also wish for you PEACE with your memories.