It's Not All Bad

It's been almost a year and a half since my husband of 21 years died of bile duct cancer. Grief is still a significant part of my daily life. It is the filter that is applied to nearly all of my experiences whether I like it or not.

Sometimes I do like it. I like being reminded of Brian. I like recognizing his influence in my world. I like when things happen that would make him laugh or when I see something I know he would react to. I like sitting on his bench and feeling connected to his memory. I like hearing the songs that transport me back to 1993 and his blue Chevy Malibu. We fell in love in that car listening to songs like Kashmir, Beth, More Than a Feeling and pretty much anything by Def Leppard. When these memories trigger grief it might look like sorrow or pain, but it's not. It is its own feeling to be felt and it is good to feel it.

I thought I had more to say here, but as it turns out, I don't.

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