Early July and mid-August are the hardest times of year for me. It’s not as though I plan for it. I would rather not remember every tiny detail but all of it comes rushing back. Such is grief. My nephew was supposed to come back from his trip, and we were supposed to plan for his next semester. My son would be 17 this year. He passed away in the quiet of the night on a warm August night. Now, I instinctively wake up in the middle of the night almost every night to check on my boys. At this point I don’t even ealize I’m doing it. It’s a part of my subconscious.
I could write all night about grief or what I miss about my baby and my nephew. In the end it’s nothing you guys haven’t heard or read before. What’s important to note here is that there are two separate incidents; one from 14 years a go and one from a few years a go and the pain is exactly the same.
The lesson: there is no time period for how fast or slow one deals with loss of a loved one. Don’t give yourself or others a time limit. Don’t be too hard on yourself, this process is difficult. However you do get used to it and you do find a way to learn to deal with it in your own way.
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