My mother died in 1978, my father in 1997. The grieving was hard, but eventually, I was able to enjoy things such as a favorite dish my mother cooked or a cocktail my dad enjoyed with a smile. Wonderful memories sustain me. Just go with the grieving flow--one day at a time.
I like to think that I have a finite number of tears for every person I've loved and lost. Only they don't come out all at once. But one day, they'll be done, and I'll have only the gratitude for loving those people and being loved by them, left.
My mother died in 1978, my father in 1997. The grieving was hard, but eventually, I was able to enjoy things such as a favorite dish my mother cooked or a cocktail my dad enjoyed with a smile. Wonderful memories sustain me. Just go with the grieving flow--one day at a time.
I like to think that I have a finite number of tears for every person I've loved and lost. Only they don't come out all at once. But one day, they'll be done, and I'll have only the gratitude for loving those people and being loved by them, left.