… that “time heals all wounds” thing. It’s a lie. I’m not healing. I won’t ever heal. My heart will always ache with missing Danny just as it will always swell with love for him. Those two things go hand-in- hand and while I’m not thrilled at living the rest of my life desperately missing every single thing about my sweet man, I’m certainly not going to wish away my love for him just because I hate going to bed every night.
Grief sucks – there’s just no way around that. Yet for me, the act of grieving – the intentional, purposeful work of walking this journey of grief – has become a spiritual practice over these last seven and a half months. Again, not easy and certainly not fun, but those intimate honest, raw moments when the pain of profound loss drives me to my knees, God meets me there and reminds me once again that I’m not doing this alone.