The dark cloud looms again.
I wish I was writing to say all is well and once you reach the acceptance stage of grief that it is the end of the pain and the darkness.
But sadly it isn’t. It doesn’t just leave and if it has for you – please tell me how.
The world has moved on but the grief is the same. I’ve had some of the most amazing and happy times of recent but that doesn’t just wipe away the dark cloud of grief.
I imagine he would have a successful veterinary practice now, maybe a wife and a child. A busy social life while fitting in his rugby and GAA. But these are all assumptions of a life that isn’t possible for him or for me.
Then reality comes crashing down. He’s dead. He’s gone. And that lonely girl is in the darkened room. Fear and anxiety ever present. Suddenly all wisdom and knowledge and even years of work have vanished into thin air.
His time was up.
The loneliness of grief laying heavy on my heart. The fresh tears falling and the pain that will not part.
12 years in heaven