Today is the last day in September; it felt like a good time to write again. We're getting close to being six weeks out, and already time has started to mend this gaping wound. But, so many other things have helped as well. God has literally carried me through this. And there are numerous days that I am too upset or angry to "have a quiet time" yet He does not leave my side. He will never leave my side. And He gave me so many things to be grateful for. Even when I try to list all my sorrows, I am reminded of all my blessings.
It's funny how grief has so many layers, so many voices, so many expressions. In one day I can feel overwhelmed, angry, defeated, depressed, elated, blessed, heartbroken, numb, starving, and empty. And we all grieve differently, in our own ways. Just like with most things in life, when dealing with someone who is grieving, try not to be judgmental. They will have their ups and downs. They will be doing things at their own pace, on their own time. They will be doing what's best for them.
I know I will continue to have brighter days, and for that I am hopeful, but I will always miss my son.