Journal entry by Al Negstad — 19 minutes ago
Hunting is done for another season. Hunting clothes are washed and put away, the gear is stowed and the dog has had his shower. The snowbank remains unshoveled in front of The Little House, no need to make a path for Joanne. That's one of the little things that is different.
Life in the land of grief is very much like life before. Many of things I do are the same as before; spend time in The Little House, volunteer at school, spend time with the granddaughters, go to dinner with my family in S.D., go to church and do happy hour with friends.
Some expert on grief advises not to make big changes while grieving. Likely that is wise and it has seemed right to me. Today it dawned on me just how similar my life remains to what I was living with Joanne.
What is missing are those conversations about the people and events of the day. As I've written before, it's the 'afters' that are the hardest. Longing to share news, conversations, incidents, with one who knows the context and the history brings the pain of the presence of absence.
Blessings,
Al
Life in the land of grief is very much like life before. Many of things I do are the same as before; spend time in The Little House, volunteer at school, spend time with the granddaughters, go to dinner with my family in S.D., go to church and do happy hour with friends.
Some expert on grief advises not to make big changes while grieving. Likely that is wise and it has seemed right to me. Today it dawned on me just how similar my life remains to what I was living with Joanne.
What is missing are those conversations about the people and events of the day. As I've written before, it's the 'afters' that are the hardest. Longing to share news, conversations, incidents, with one who knows the context and the history brings the pain of the presence of absence.
Blessings,
Al
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