I remember this view 2 years ago. Thinking it was all just a bad dream but waking up to the same view with the same thought for weeks. The realization? My son was still gone.
2 whole years. I feel so much further from him now. Family just moves on and it feels less and less like he existed to anyone but us. Our friends have been amazing. Reaching out on those two extra hard days in March. Just messages of “we’re thinking about you.”
Yesterday I couldn’t help but think maybe if these two days were separated by months it would be easier. Not all of the grief hitting me at once. Please understand it’s not a schedule. It doesn’t just hit in March. I work through it more often than I don’t. I push the tears back often to focus and function well at work. It’s a trick I’ve become very good at but am starting to feel the toll. I need to be able to slow down. I’m need to be allowed to feel it. I am exhausted trying to clean up my face before a meeting and push all the tears and lumps in my throat down deep to work.
It’s really a lot and it’s guess one month or not it’s going to be a lot




