I’m home now. The flight back was harder than expected. Usually, I’m excited to come home. This time, I realize that taking a vacation from grief was nice. I had a little meltdown on the plane about 3 hours into the flight (yes, I realize there was still another 9 hours left to go before I landed--like I said, rough flight home!!) when I realize my vacation from grief was coming to an end. I just laid in the dark and cried myself to sleep. You weren’t here to greet me upon my arrival, but the animals were and they were so ecstatic to see me home. They missed me a lot and I was glad to see them too. Grief has been hard on the animals as well, especially for your two princesses, Pebbles and Sasha. Nobody to pick them up, carry them around the house like newborn babies, and tell them how perfect they are. We all miss you very much (okay, maybe not as much for Jesse, Bam Bam, or Biscuit) but your three favorite ladies in the household miss and love you very much.
I’ve come to realize that my mind knows you are dead but my heart still hasn’t gotten the memo yet. So, until the two can align, I guess I’ll be living in two worlds where I’m waiting for you to come home while I continue to take care of the business side of death. I don’t know who will win, but I’m sure it will be an interesting battle nonetheless.
A grieving widow who is trying to find meaning and purpose from her tragic event.