A longtime friend checks in on me frequently and always greets me with, “How are ya’ healing?”
I appreciate his time, and the fact he acknowledges my grief from the beginning, allowing me to guide the conversation.
His greeting got me to thinking one day.
How AM I healing?
Am I 10% healed? 23%? 47%? Will I ever be fully recovered?
Of course not.
I believe healing is an ongoing process.
I’ll never get over losing Den, but the wounds to my heart and soul will heal on the surface, and leave scars that protect my inner wounds… and remind me of the love we shared.
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.