Wifflesnook Posted January 21, 2014 Report Share Posted January 21, 2014 Real grief is not healed by time. If time does anything, it deepens our grief. The longer we live, the more fully we become aware of who he/she was for us, and the more intimately we experience what their love meant to us. Henry Nouwen At the moment time seems my enemy. It will be three years this November since our lives changed when my Pete had the stroke and two years this May since he died. Instead of Time being a healer, it seems to bear a sword which cuts me with pain when I think of how long I have endured without my Pete. Instead of getting better it seems to get more difficult. I know I am coping so well on one level. A superficial level, but deep down in my heart my pain is if anything sharper. I know it's ok to post this. I love to read the positives, and I do take some comfort from reading them, but right now I just want to howl in pain at the loss. January is a cold dark month, and this may be contributing to my mood. Tomorrow I drive to see our daughter and her little girls and Thursday I am taking care of them all day whilst she works in London. In early February I do it again, but this time for two days. I know this will be good for me, but my heart sinks all the same at having to push myself physically. And a week or two later our lovely niece, nephew and children are coming to stay. Again my heart sinks, even though I love them. I am well, thank goodness, just very very low deep inside. I know you won't mind my sharing this. I know you will all have gone into this trough or indeed are in it. I will cope with it, but oh, it's so hard. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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