After three years, I mostly have my sorrow under control, but sometimes it springs out in the most unlikely places and surprises me. This morning on my way to the garden center, I stopped at McDonalds to grab an egg McMuffin. As I was exiting, I held the door for an older gentleman to enter. “Good morning,” I said to him. He smiled, seeming a bit surprised, but returned my greeting. As I walked to the car, my eyes filled with tears. Such a simple thing, saying “Good morning.” And I will never say good morning to Bill again, or see him again.
Kristin. You really should write a book, you know. Thanks for your blog. It is much appreciated. I guess as we get older we need to learn to adjust to loss; but it doesn’t seem to make it any easier. I heard Eben Alexander, MD, in KC a couple of months ago talk about his book “Proof of Heaven.” If you haven’t seen it, you might enjoy it.
Thank you, Elaine. I had a very nice comment from Billy Jones that he appreciated my writing. I started this blog with the hope that I could help recent widows, but grief does not know limits of time and relationships. Love to you, Kristin