Grief is a strange creature. It rears its head when you least expect it, and it hangs around in ways that you could never have imagined. Its appearances can be logical, but they don’t always have to be. Sometimes grief only pokes its head out to greet you, and then other times it feels like its lying on your chest trying to smother you.
I feel like I’m still waking up. I shake my head to rid my brain of the musty cobwebs, but they remain and I look at the world through half-open eyes. This is an unwelcomed feeling, but I guess that it’s part of the grieving process. I do feel like I’m starting to wake up though. It’s slow, but I believe that it will happen. Everything that has happened lately has made me reevaluate some things, and I’ve drafted up a few new goals.
My grandmother passed away recently (hence no blog post last week). She taught me a great deal, and I would like to share some of her lessons.