It’s been 2 1/2 years and my grief has changed…It is constantly with me, sometimes buried & silent, often pouncing on me out of the blue… I try stay away from the memories of his last days, and to remember him & not his fate (Dido’s Lament). Grief has changed me irreperably. Sadness has taken the place of joy.
All my spiritual beliefs left me on the day he died. Some days I envy those who have strong religious convictions. I know nothing now, I believe nothing now. In one fell swoop, I became agnostic. At my end there will be something, or there will not. This makes me look at my life, my world through different eyes.
I found this poem:
It’s been months
and I can still
feel you in the rooms that
never held you;
imagine how strong
your presence is
in the chambers of my heart.
Jessica Katoff