It’s been just over a year. . .
The numbness fades.
Life begins to settle in.
I can feel the protective veil of the fog of grief lifting, little by little, slowly fading like a long summer sunset.
At times, I feel like I may be able to truly breath again.
Then. . .shit gets real.
That numbness, that fog?
At times. . .
I scream for it’s return.
Longing to be shrouded in the comfort of that protection,
Shielded from the harshness of reality,
Temporarily safe from the intense feelings of grief that surround profound loss.
But. . .
Time does not stand still.
Life doesn’t wait for the grieving.