I just couldn't put my finger on it. . .
Something definitely was wrong, but it wasn't until she made an off-hand comment on the way to the printer I realized I recognized the characteristics. . .
G - r - i - e - f
I felt so bad for her, she was almost a year. I remember that dark, lonely, sad, isolated and painful place.
I hoped my words and hug helped her along her journey.
Later, I cried for her because I knew her journey and her pain. And then I cried because I realized I had healed. Yep, that place of "grief funk" and even "grief fog" is a memory and no longer a residence!
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