Stages of Grief

I’ve been through every winding road of the stages of grief. 3 years and counting on April 20th. (Longer if you count back to August 8th, 2020 when we lost Gannie.)

Denial? Sure

Anger? I spend longer there than I would have liked.

Acceptance? Eh. Well, I don’t think I ever had a choice.

For me, acceptance has been more of a consequence of fighting every emotion to the point of giving up.

In the first little bit of time after Mom left us for heaven, I was a mess. I had been functioning on very little sleep for about 3 weeks in a row. I was done. Ka-put.

I needed sleep so badly that I took 3 melatonin and nearly drown myself in the tub.

I washed a load of jeans, only to hang them up soaking wet in my husband’s closet.

The following summer I took my child to work with me everyday because I couldn’t handle finding childcare for him. I still owe former co-workers for that one.

Now looking back, I can’t believe how far this journey has brought me.

I have learned to prioritize being where God has placed me. I focus more on being intentional in what I say. I love more.

This grief journey won’t end until I reach my final home and that’s okay.