I apologize in advance if I’m being too sappy, so by all means please skip this post, if it doesn’t interest you… I totally get it. But I find writing stuff down to be cathartic, and I guess you could say that OMAAT is my journal, in a way, so thank you for tolerating me using this as an outlet.
We made the most of every day, and that puts me at so much peace. We didn’t think she’d get to meet either of our kids, but she ended up meeting both of them. I realize how lucky I am, because so many people lose loved ones from one minute to the next, and never get to say goodbye. Meanwhile we had a six plus year farewell tour.
Honestly, the waves in which grief comes really screws with your head. Sometimes I think about her and smile. Sometimes I think about her and have to do everything in my power to hold back tears. Sometimes I almost can’t remember what her voice sounds like, and sometimes I can hear her voice in my head, and feel like she’s there. I’ll hear a song playing that she loved, and sometimes it just puts the biggest smile on my face, and other times it makes me want to break down.
A great solo travel tip spotted this week on One Mile at a Time.
