I've had some definite changes occurring in my life this month and I will talk about them at some time in a future blog. It's been a long time since I've made an entry, but felt that it was necessary to write a little something today while it's on my mind and the feelings are so visible.
Grief is a strange thing. It has so many facets. For as many people as there are, there are most likely the same variations of how those people deal with it. I am moving forward, but every once in a while something happens that makes you stop. It's like the wind is kicked out of you. It's like you've run into a brick wall at 100 mph. That has happened several times and I've not recorded it though I've wanted to because I felt as though it would help me and maybe help someone else one day when they go through the same experience. I had that little bump in the road experience happen this morning.
I cannot tell you how many times I've opened one of the cabinet doors in the kitchen and taken out a measuring cup. It's been multiple times since last May. I've been vaguely aware of a small item sitting quietly on the right hand side. I've never picked it up. I've never moved it. I've never done anything with it until today. It's a small bottle of dry eye solution eye drops. Joe had to use this many times because his eyes did not produce enough tears at times.
