the long road

Sometimes it can be so overwhelming when we think about the big picture and what a long road ahead we have to tread. When I think about the possibility of having to be here another 20 plus years without my son, I just think to myself, how will this be possible? I then remind myself it has already been over seven years since he left and honestly in the beginning, that seemed impossible. It almost feels like time is running differently now in my grief. At moments it seems like it all just happened yesterday, yet in the same breathe it seems like forever ago. They say time doesn’t exist like it does here on the other side. Maybe when we experience such deep grief in the loss of our loved one, we are transformed into that realm of a distorted time continuum. Maybe that’s our soul’s way of enabling us to cope while we are still human here in the physical world. If my soul’s journey requires me to still be here, even though the sadness of my loss can be very intense, then I trust I am still here for a reason. If I can continue moving forward , day by day, in honor of my son, then I live each day for him. Grief is something we will carry with us for the rest of our time here, there is no stopping it from being a part of our story. But, if we can walk the long road of grief with our loved ones in our hearts, they can hold our hands gently to make the walk a little easier.