All of you wonderful readers,
I am reading your comments and emails. I so feel your genuine concern. I’m not alone, all of you are holding me up. My mother and sisters are my tangible lifeline. They’re setting up grief counseling for me and the kids.
I am aware of the stages or cycles of grieving and I know there’s no way around them. I’m just blown away by the pure intensity and “newness” of the pain each day. It’s not like a general depression; each day, each minute unfolds a deeper pain or a shockingly new variation on the pain.
It still hurts to allow memories of Pat to come to my mind, yet I know that there will be a time when I will want to savor every vestige of his physical being.
As my new friend Jay says:
There are no detours through grief.