Like a sign finally read after years of passing by,
turning down the path I’m required to take,
asking what happens in this time called “grief”.
There’s work to be done, putting a life away,
hidden fears discovered, and stories told of
what I was too close to see in our shared time.
The busyness loosens and tasks frustrate.
Suddenly I am distraught and yelling, lost
and alone, shaking in anger.
Sometimes my voice wobbles and eyes tear.
Sometimes I am happy in a new moment.
Sometimes I don’t know who I am.
Some who have walked this path tell me
it never ends, but it has corners of comfort
and grows less steep and rough.
I want to be . . .
I don’t know what this “new normal” is
yet.
Learning Living 
What a gift you have to be able to put your thoughts on paper like this. Thanks for sharing. Barb
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Thanks. It helps me to find the words.
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Hi Joan…
I know U sad.. and EVERYTHING ELSE…U are in my prayers if thats gonna help
My sister lost her husband last year.. he was s teacher.. 56 yold..she told me its never better.. its different but…
I sam sending U hugs.. and i dont know what i can do to help somehow
😔💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
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Thanks, Bogda. That’s awful about your brother in law. So young!
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Thanks, Bogda. Hope you’re doing okay. 🤗
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Hi Joan…
Love Your “ Disney” postings…
I am ok.. i got covid.. recovery is long and i am back to work but still weak
But U have to do what U have to do…
I hope every day its gonna be better
Somehow
I am sending U a lots of hugs..
Hope to see U for.. coffee maybe🥰💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
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