Able to Look Forward: A New Season in Grief

For a long, long time I couldn’t bear to see a monthly calendar.

I didn’t want to be reminded that time refused to stand still for my broken heart and I hated there were no more “Dominic” events to scribble in on the blank squares.

Around the third year I was able to once again mark major events like birthdays, holidays and short family trips. But it was even longer before I was able to truly look forward with excitement to those things.

Eleven plus years, multiple family changes, a pandemic, retirement and two grandchildren have reshaped my heart so that I’m genuinely thrilled to prepare and participate in most things from family meals to “Granny Camp” , quarterly Bereaved Mom Retreats (next one in just over a month!), and my oldest child’s fortieth birthday celebration in a couple weeks.

I’m not forgetting nor minimizing Dominic by diving into these events with gusto. In fact, I’m sure he would approve.

So I’m entering a new season of grief-one which makes room for current joys and celebrations while still holding space for Dominic.

I can be present and participate without reserve.

I am making memories with those who are still here.

Enjoying every moment.