“You’ll be back to normal in no time.”
“Don’t worry. Normalcy will return soon. It just takes time.”
“You’ll adjust to your new normal.”
Normal is subjective and relative… and it evolves.
We all know people have the best intentions in mind when attempting to extend comfort and compassion to someone who’s just suffered the loss of a loved one. But in MY personal experience, the last thing I want to hear is I and/or my life will be normal again one day.
For me, normal would be waking up next to Den, then calling my mom to tell her many, many, corny puns. She loved those.
But that will never happen.
So, while I have to move on, take a different path, or begin a new journey, there will never be anything normal about it.
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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