Wading in the Water
Post 180
In the past I've used the beach anology to describe my grief, whether it be getting tossed by waves and almost going under, to treading water somewhere away from shore, to where I am again right now - calmly wading near the beach.
It seems to always be dates, holidays, or surprises that draw me back out now, whereas at the beginning and until the last couple of months it was constant thoughts that I had to work hard to control.
We took an early morning walk again today, out by 6:15, and stayed in town without going to The Spot. There was nothing particularly interesting today. Work was super slow so I caught up on this and that around the house, and started making concrete plans for when I head back to Ohio next month for my 40th highschool reunion. I'm really looking forward to seeing these old friends, but I also know that it will be hard.
Thank you for reading and supporting me on this grief journey.
In everything I showed you [by example] that by working hard in this way you must help the weak and remember the words of the Lord Jesus, that He Himself said, ‘It is more blessed [and brings greater joy] to give than to receive.’ ”
Acts 20:35 AMP
I’m so looking forward to seeing you! Just continue to take it one day at a time.🙏🏼
I would like to add that I think you are doing a great job focusing on Jesus during this incredible loss. I pray God continues to be near to you and that you always feel his presence and strength and love. So often from you, I see you bearing the fruit of the peace “that passes all understanding”.