The Cloud Has Lifted....

Grief is a pretty crappy thing to go through. It feels like it will never end. Like you will never be normal again. But I just want to say, as a ray of hope to everyone out there who will experience it in your life, that it does get better. Eventually. Everything starts out completely black. Then over time, everything is varying shades of gray. Then there are spots of color in your life. Then color more often, but with a kind of cloud over everything.

This time I knew what to watch for. And I knew how to grieve better. And I can say, with gratitude from the depths of my soul, that I have felt the cloud lift. There wasn't any specific event or moment. Sometimes time is the only thing that works. It has been eight months since I found out about my little Charlie Pants. Eight months of varying darkness, gray, and clouds. Sometimes it felt like I would never get out of this hole. That doesn't mean there aren't still times of sadness or missing the one you loved with all of your heart. But suddenly I feel "normal" again. And that is a really good thing.