It's coming up on two years since Mr. Ralph died. Passed on. Got his wings. Went to Heaven.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of him. Or how he would have handled things. Or pass on to Kate what I feel her Dad would say. Even Braeden keeps his memory alive. Right now, though, I'm missing him. He won't be going with me to my 45th high school reunion. Our first Whipple Family reunion in 15 years. Won't be meeting his little whirling dervish, Deacon.
Why are there days like this? I'm crying as I type. I don't think I've really cried since his birthday in January. Sometimes I feel I should be less sad. Many people (those who have NOT lost a spouse or child) seem bothered that I tear up when talking about him. Or choke up when chatting about him.
But then, on Facebook, I find a little photo that makes me feel better.
The price of love. We sure had that!
Seems to me you're right on track for the two year mark. No need to worry that you're weepy or sad from time to time. We never get over grieve, it just changes shape and size.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mentor. Man I'm so glad I found you!
DeleteI saw that little picture posted on FB and "shared" it on my page because it sure is true. The second year is by far the hardest, I think. The first year is so filled with the first months of Widow Brain/Fog and just trying to get through each day. The second year is filled with reality. They aren't on a trip and coming back. They aren't in the hospital and being released someday to come home. They aren't anywhere here. The clothes that are left and the bed linens have all lost his scent. Hard to remember his voice and laugh. . It WILL get easier in the third year--I promise. Doesn't mean you will forget and never cry, but it does seem the crying times are farther apart.
ReplyDeleteLight at the end of this long, long tunnel. Thank you buddy for encouragement. I seem to need a lot of that ....
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