All tagged grief
Grieving is hard, rarely linear, and shows up in the most unexpected ways.
It was my dad’s birthday party. My brothers and I were all there. I did my best to cook some nice food and take care of the cleaning so my dad didn’t have to. My dad had his friends over but it felt a little hollow for me.
And I just… missed her. I just missed my mom.
When I broke up with my ex-husband, I swore I was never going to get married again. I was never going to twist and shape my life around another human being. And I was certainly never going to move to another country for another person again.
I ate my words.
Because I got married again.
It wasn’t that I was onto the next chapter of my life when the e-mail came through. It’s hard to describe where my head was at: I was in Canada holding my mom’s hand during her first round of chemo. I mentioned it to her in a passing comment and both of us had left it at that. The excitement of finally being free wasn’t there. The people I thought I would celebrate the transition into my new life didn’t want to come with me, and step by step, more parts of my old life were left behind.
It’s not what you think.
I wasn’t waiting for the turn of the decade to create a New Year’s Resolution and start another blog, although I can appreciate the timing is suspicious.
