I’ve been asked by a friend on here to update how I’m doing.
I’m pleased to let you know that I’m doing very well. If my approach is not for you, then that’s your prerogative.
Things continue to improve. I still think regularly of Penny and very often talk to her, but I nearly always smile and chuckle, telling her about my life. I’m sure she smiles back, especially when I tell her the mischief her little dogs have been up to. I’m happy with her memory, I wish she was here, but she isnt.
I continue to change my future, I always talk to her about these changes.
Among these changes are:
Additional friends, some female (but 100% platonic). It’s nice to talk about something other than cars and football!
I’ve booked holidays and adventures this year. So far, I’m going to fly a spitfire and have a dog fight with my mate (Simulated of course). A week’s holiday in a shepherds hut on a farm in Wales. Narrowboating on the leeds/Liverpool canal and a motorhome holiday in Yorkshire.
I’m currently rebuilding the garden, I couldnt do gardening as she could!
I’ve continued to concentrate on a couple of tenets to help me live my life.
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The length and depth of grieving in no way is a measure of how much we love them. Grieving is something we go through, it’s not a life sentence of misery. There is an end to it, if we try to achieve it. Queen Victoria would have done well to realise this as she wasted the last 30 years of her life grieving over Albert.
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Emotions such as grief and despair don’t come out of thin air, they are ALWAYS born out of the thoughts we have. Ive mentioned before that hypnotherapy has been fantastic for me in that I’m able to identify negative thoughts and reject them, but let the happy memories through (of which there are thousands). It’s amazed me in the past that when negative thoughts I had at 3am are examined in the cold light of day, they weren’t correct.
I’ve actually learnt something new, prompted by my best pal. When I’m out walking the doggies, I often talk to Penny. I imagine she’s walking with me. I stick out my hand, and it seems she takes hold of it. My hand goes warm as does my cheek on that side. Silly, I know, but it’s nice!!!
Finally, let me reiterate that this is the way I PERSONALLY have travelled through my grief. Take from it anything you like. I’m happy where I am, I’m not asking for approval, nor to I need it.
Disagree with my approach if you wish, but dont make hurtful comments, please.