A child falls off his bike and scraps his knee. A little Neosporin and a week later, all traces of the scratch are gone.
A woman misses her step and falls from a ladder, She breaks her wrist, but six weeks in a cast and her wrist is healed.
A man’s life is saved by quadruple bypass surgery. With diet modification and exercise he will live a normal life, but his chest will forever bear the scar of his near-death experience.
A woman loses her husband and is heartbroken, devastated, traumatized.
There is no healing salve, cast, or surgery to help her heal.
There is no time limit for her to heal.
There is no right or wrong way to heal.
But like the heart patient, she will forever bear the scars of her loss and grief.
Some scars are tender to the touch. Others, with the right amount of pressure can re-open.
During her grief journey she will learn not to touch the scar too often and to never apply pressure.
She will find her balance… and her smile, and the courage to move forward, knowing the healing never ends.
On May 30, 2019, I lost Dennis, my husband of over thirty-five years. Ten short weeks later on August 18, 2019, I lost my eighty-four-year-old mother. My grief journey has not been an easy one. While we know grief has five stages, there are many situations and feelings some bereaved never get to express, and I’m using my first AtoZ Challenge to say things I’ve never been able to give voice to. I hope you’ll follow my journey.
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