The Quiet Moments

I found this graphic today from @hopeforwidows on Instagram and it really has grabbed me. It’s been four years and four months as of July 7th of this year. It feels as if it’s been forever, but at the same time, it feels as though it just happened. As always, I use this blog to help me process things. I found myself today almost having a panic attack thinking about his downward turn that last week. The strange thing about grief is that it makes life harder to handle. Conflicts in my life have become exponentially harder to handle. And the frustrating thing about it is that I can’t control when those moments hit. I’m going through conflict at work, I’m going through some potential shifts in my life, and these things aren’t normally a big deal. But then out of nowhere, the grief monster rears its inconvenient, ugly, green head and here I am, stuck with it. Today is tough. Tomorrow will probably be better. I may be back to normal this week. Or not. Such is the way grief works. I just keep trying to grab the beautiful things in life and keep on going because that’s how life goes. And that’s what Bryan would want me to do.