There is a story of the person who died and went to heaven and said to God ‘That was an awful dream I had last night’. I wonder how many of us feel we are in a dream and that we will suddenly wake up and realise it’s all OK? I still often feel like that, that it’s a dream. I think the mind gores numb. The first few months I managed well, did all the paperwork and went to the registry office and so on. But now there’s nothing to do any more I seem to have taken a step backwards. There are so many ‘triggers’ in everyday life. Where we used to go; where we enjoyed the countryside and so on. It’s difficult to look anywhere without reminders. I had thought of moving to a different location, but I have to take myself with me, so the memories won’t go away. I think it’s best to stay put and weather the storm where we are. We cant ‘control’ emotions. They pop up when we least expect. I find it’s best to go through them rather than try and get rid of them. It’s a bit like trying to block a river. The water will just change course and go on flowing.
"Can I see another’s woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another’s grief
and not seek for kind relief. Blake.
We all have ways of coping, but grief is grief and it’s a common thread that we all share. Some have said that I shouldn’t subscribe to depressing websites. I totally disagree. Grief has to be shared, and if it transpire we can help others in our grief then at least, some good has come out of the pain. Blessings.