Don't You Dare Lie To Me About Grief!

Just stop it. 

Don't you dare lie to me about grief. 

There are no four stages of grief. 

There is no moving on.

There are no soothing words so just shut it. 

There is so definitely no timeframe. No "one year is enough". No "five years is plenty". Grief is forever.

Here's what there is, though. There are some good days. Then there are some better days. Oops, then there is another sad day. Tomorrow? Who knows what tomorrow will bring. It might be tears but then again it might be joy or peace. 

Since every day is different--and waking up, I can't really say how the day will unfold--I've concluded that my life as a grieving spouse is much like my life at any age. 

Normal. 

Yes, my life is normal because it includes order and chaos; fear and certainty; anticipation and dread. Sadness and joy. Mixed bag, really.

My life is the most delicate pink diamond ever created. Each facet returns a new reflection for each new day, each hour, and every minute. Amidst those sharp edges are breathtaking sparkles. 

Today is a pretty sparkling day for me. How about you?