Grief

The Beginning of my book:

The rants and ravings of a wounded widower So my family and I started our grieving process.

I have heard about the different stages that we go through it’s all nonsense if you have lost your daughter and your wife in a short time the so-called process does not happen I have found a continuous changes to my life it will never be the same and the memories are there every day etched in my mind I have days when I could easily give up I never have a normal day the guilt does not allow me this pleasure.

My family and I are sentenced to life for loving and been loved.

Back to work, I went after two weeks walked into awkward stares some of my colleagues ducking away to scared not knowing what to say or do there were some welcome hugs but a very long and difficult day which turned into weeks which turned into months.

And ultimately years it’s now close to 4 years and how I try to remember smells and just normal days of walking and talking and making future plans together now it’s only me making plans with myself.

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