One month, and the first year has passed. I can’t fathom how I got through this. The Sorrow is not less – the grief takes my breath away at the most unexpected times. But I can manage it now. My grief baby is becoming a toddler… sleeping through the night, marginally easier to reason with, but when I’m tired? It has tantrums that are exhausting.
I’m heading to bed right now – one eye on the calendar as the days crawl ever on towards May 5th.
God I miss you my Bear.