It is now 5 months since my Paula died.
One of the phrases I’ve heard the most, from well meaning people, is that it will get better with time. I really do not like this phrase.
Looking back I can see how my journey into grief has changed. I really didn’t know it was possible to feel the way I have and still do.
Not so raw and emotional now. I’ve slipped into a life that I would never have chosen. There are time when I wonder if I have forgotten her memory. When a busy day slips by and I do not think of her. She’s still there, even if it’s when I get home from work and relax. I smile more at her memory and still find myself crying.
This is me just thinking out loud, it’s on my mind and there’s no one to say it too.