No great wisdom today. No wonderful insight.
A day that was going pretty well ended in a conversation with someone who should have known better stomping all over my heart.
Someone who is very much aware of my loss acted like it hadn’t happened.
It really hurt.
After all this time I was surprised by how very much it hurt.
So I cried.
I cried because I miss Dominic.
I cried because a day that had felt victorious ended in defeat. I cried because it feels selfish to hold people to the standard of caring about my broken heart when they are so busy with their own lives.
I cried because it feels like even those who shouldn’t forget ARE forgetting–the son that walked beside me for almost 24 years has been set aside in less than three.
My heart hurts and I don’t think I can just suck this up. I’m not even sure that I should.
Where do I draw the line between extending grace and asking for it?
I just don’t know.