It’s been twenty-three months since Den died.
Sometimes it feels like an eternity.
Sometimes it feels like yesterday.
It feels like yesterday I was making enchiladas for Den’s favorite day, Taco Tuesday, while he sang a rendition of Luther Vandross’ Here and Now that so was bad, it made Max howl.
I seems like just yesterday I was sitting in the mortuary conference room, barely able to breathe, making Den’s final arrangements.
Both of those days happened in the same week.
I remember the yesterdays that hold the births of our three children, birthdays, anniversaries, school events, family get-togethers, medical issues, arguments, disagreements, and wacky in-laws that fill more than thirty-five years of marriage.
There are times it hurts to remember yesterdays, but I’m grateful for those times too.
They remind me to cherish each day and make a new memory with those I love so we’ll have more happy yesterdays.
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.