So everyone I’m back.
A new journey, a new focus, filling in the huge hole Ken left in my life.
This blog is I hope going to be a bit different, sharing my experiences of grief but also I hope showing that there is a life after death.
Please hold my hand, there are challenges ahead.
I’m writing again because so many have asked me to. Seems my almost daily blogging was very much a part of the routine of others.
I’m not absolutely certain for sure that I’m ready, but as it was pointed out to me a few days ago my writing isn’t just for you, it’s for me too, and I have to admit I’ve missed it.
So where to start?
Probably with the poem I wrote to myself at the end of May.
Managing Time
There’s a strange sense of disquiet ,
That keeps sweeping through me,
I should be doing something.
Years of routine,
Clock watching,
Managing time,
Suddenly there is an abyss.
And I’ve a desire to fill the void,
Yet a slump in energy.
Everything takes effort,
And my resources are more depleted
Than I realised.
It’s early days,
Some seem to expect more
But I’ve given all I can for now.
Linda be still,
Be patient,
Feel what you feel
I know I just have to let each wave wash over me,
The tides of time.
Progression from the past,
To present,
And into the future.
Every thing on the horizon a little hazy
But I suppose as expected,
I need to navigate slowly
Accept and adapt
Without fear.
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Just reading this back I realise how already I’m making progress, more able than I could ever have thought a month ago. Already my brain is beginning to dilute the trauma and I’m feeling stronger.
I may not communicate as often on this platform. My story might not be of any interest to anyone, but just maybe it will help others in a similar situation know they aren’t alone.
Anyway I’ve subscribed for a year, so we will see how it goes for all of us.
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