Two weeks now, and no posts for days. I think about posting every single day - for I understand I have a readership out there, however modest. Thing is, I believe that each day's post would be more of the same. More of the same sadness that just does not seem to lift.
Next week will make it six months since Frank's passing, since January 17. I truly thought that I've been through the worst of this experience, particularly when four months came and went. But goodness, months 4-5-6 have been the absolute hardest to get through. What's with that, I wonder!
A handful of my older friends who have been widowed - who are my dear listeners these days - share their experiences with me. They say, "It will get better, but it takes time. It will take a year, and let it."
So, I'm just letting the sadness settle in and do its thing. I still cry tons. I suppose I was hoping to hasten the process of healing, but I just need more patience. And, apparently, more time, too.
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