In the last almost 6 years I learned so much about myself and grief. I learned to accept that there would always be moments that were hard and connected to his death.
I found someone who allows me to have those moments and to talk about them, to share how hard it is, and to know that it is forever.
I know that time heals but it doesn’t make the love go away. It doesn't make the memories go away. It doesn't mean I won’t ever be triggered again.
But time lessens the strength of the grief. It means I can be in joy more than sadness.
It means I can move forward and live in the present.
I can let grieving go without letting him go.
I can move on because time moves on.
I can move forward because I can’t go back and change it.
I can be in the present. I can remember the past. And I can have hope for the future.