This is the time last year, when life for Mike and I went totally south. I am besieged from memories of the time from late August to early December when the realization that my husband was dying slowly started sinking in.
Last night, I woke from a bad dream, and soon the tears were streaming down my face and before I knew it, Kota came running in from the patio where he had been sleeping to comfort me. I hadn’t made a sound, just silently crying but Kota knows, just like he always does.
I wish I could stop crying. I am going to Grief Share, I am keeping a private journal and I am sure my friends are thinking it is time for me to just shake it off and go forward. My older sister told me the other day to just take a deep breath and get back to living.
All I know is I miss him every day. I remember in the end, how he just saw past me and would be having conversations with friends and relatives long-dead. I knew that he had a foot in both worlds and when he died a part of me left with him. I just didn’t think it would be this hard. I tried to distance myself from him in so many ways, I think to protect myself from immense grief and that back-fired big time.
I know he is with God and so many of his friends both human and animal, but it doesn’t make it hurt less. It is the silence at night that threatens to overwhelm me. I keep the television on whether or not I am watching it just to have noise fill the house. I still can’t go to our favorite spots without breaking down, and when I get mail in his name, I just burst out crying.
This sucks because I know that I am stronger than this. People tell me it will get better and that the first year is the hardest. I just pray they are right.
Thanks for listening to me blubber-