This is what I look like pretending, I didn’t just break my wrist.
It’s the left hand. Can you tell?
People are really good at hiding their pain.
And being no exception to this rule, I am, however, surprised by how sad I still feel, after so many months.
Understanding grief to be nonlinear and for me, compounded and complicated by family and other mitigating circumstances, it’s understandable that I am hurting still.
I am also, keenly aware, that I am healing heartbreak from my past, as well as this recent loss, and the eerie history repeats feeling of losing my own father.
Perhaps, it’s the milestones, that make me feel this way. My children will now forever remain fatherless. Graduation ceremonies, birthdays, weddings and more, will forever be a reminder that they do not, like most everyone else, have a father.
They will always be singled out due to this sad fact. I know exactly how they feel now, and will feel in the future, and there is nothing I can do to change this.
I never thought, I would be sending my daughter to college, and spreading my husbands ashes in the same summer.
But I will be.
Love and blessings.