One of the challenges in this journey as it lengthens into years is that it is just so DAILY.
Milestone dates and holidays aside, most of the time I’m just a woman trying to make it through 24 hours at a time. I’m just doing all the things life requires without letting grief overwhelm me.
I’ve gotten pretty good at it too.
Sorrow is no longer all I feel and my son’s absence is no longer all I see.
I laugh as well as cry. I look forward to my living children joining me around the table. I anticipate changing seasons and plan holiday meals again.
But much of my time is spent plodding faithfully forward to a future I cannot see and a reunion I long for.
Maybe it’s because I’m only at four years but I haven’t yet recovered a sense of excitement about the future no matter what wonderful event might be waiting on the calendar.
I cannot recapture joyful anticipation.
The best I can do is not be afraid of what might be around the corner.
And keep on keeping on.