Grateful

Grief is a weird, hard and at times feels like a lonely journey.

  • I’m grateful that it isn’t always lonely.
  • I’m grateful for texts and messages from friends and family who tell me that they miss him in that moment.  (For those of you who ask me if it’s weird to say, it never is.  It brings great comfort to know he isn’t forgotten)
  • I’m grateful for hugs 9 months later when the pain always feels just below the surface and will erupt at any moment.
  • And I’m grateful for friends who stand in the dark at his grave, when the grief comes so strong…  All because you dropped off all your friends who will will go home to their kids and you can’t go home to yours.

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