There are zero days left in April.
There are zero days left in the challenge… that I never intended on entering!
And I have zero regrets about any of it.
I’m not going to lie, It wasn’t easy.
There were days when I wanted to close the laptop and hide.
But I’d quit enough times. It was time to see a project through to its completion.
And I did.
I won’t say things like, “It healed me,” or “I had a life-changing revelation,” or “The heavens opened to a choirs of angels singing.” But sharing my grief journey this month has helped.
Den’s birthday and the second anniversary of his death are both in May. They haven’t been easy days in the past, and may not be easy this year, but I’ll face them both with a sense of gratitude and hope for the future instead of heartbreak and hopelessness.
I hope blog visitors on their own grief journeys found some solace here, and those who aren’t perhaps found some understanding.
If you have an #AtoZChallenge I missed, please leave a link in the comments and I’ll stop by.
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.