People gave me what they thought was good advice: to give myself time to grieve and to get over the death of my only child. I am never going to get over Anne’s death. I realize that now. I understand why people said it and I appreciate the impulse they had to be sympathetic and helpful. I tried to get over it but, well, just no. It won’t happen. I will never stop missing her. I will never stop second-guessing and wondering ”what if.” I’ve accepted that fact. But I also realize that I need to do things other than mourn.
Specifically, I need to get back to writing. I’m not sure why that’s been so hard. Friends seem to think that getting back to work will be good for me. They could be right. I do know that at some point I have to start writing again, so perhaps that point should be now. So here goes. I won’t get over it but maybe I can get on with it.
Sending you much love and warmth, Noel-Anne. You are very right, we will never 'get over' the loss of loved ones. I just now got teary thinking about my Dad's death a year ago. And I still miss my Mom. You will always miss Anne. That's love. The only, odd and sometimes unbelievable but necessary thing that happens, is that we go on, that life goes on, and we start doing things again, smiling again, and so on....
ReplyDeleteWelcome back Noel-Anne. You are getting on in your own time and in your own way. Anne would want that for you. She is beside you holding your hand and smiling. ~ Carey
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