How many of you wake each day and instantly remember what you would give anything to forget?
Schedules dictate, and task lists mandate, but memories still intrude.
You forge ahead, but just on the periphery, never forgotten, looms the loss.
You shop, you work, you do laundry, you pay bills, but the grief is always there, an incessant, inescapable reminder that mornings werenโt always attended by such emptiness.
I have nothing particularly profound to say today, regarding grief. I have been leveled by it. Marked by it. In the throes of it, for almost three years now.
The only thing I know is this: I havenโt, ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ, walked this path alone. Not a tear has gone unnoticed. Not a fear has been overlooked.
๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐, I have been accompanied, seen, held, graced, bolstered, loved, and tended to, by the One I love even more than I loved my Jimmy.
He has put me back together again, piece by piece, with painstaking care and extraordinary tenderness.
He has made joy possible, hope tangible, and peace palpable.
He has been my friend, my constant, my refugeโthe only reason Iโve made it this far.
So, nothing especially profound today, beloved, just an awareness that I am not alone, which means ๐ง๐๐ข๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ.
May you be encouraged today.
โBlessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted.โ
~ ๐๐๐ญ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฐ ๐:๐