November 27, 2012 – We stopped for a moment, along the road leading from the airport after dropping my brother off. The world really is pretty when it is covered in a layer of frost and ice. Only a blue sky could make it prettier. Winter has always been my favourite season for the unexpected moments of beauty that can be found in a frozen landscape.
Seeing my brother leave was hard, even with Kirk here with me, it left me feeling very much alone. Somehow, just his presence gave me strength. I’m not sure how well I am going to deal with the next two days and the things that still need to be taken care of.
The sense of loss I am feeling these days is overwhelming. It comes and goes in waves, and the smallest things can trigger it.
She hated winter and had suggested we plan a Christmas in Hawaii.
We were supposed to do so many more things together, we had plans. Now what?
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Paige the photos from the last few days have told of your memories at this sad time. I loved the Waxwings!
Grief does come in waves and can seem overwhelming but you will muddle through. My Father has been gone for over 30 years and I still have days when I am sad…but In all the up and downs of life in those 30 years I have heard his voice comforting me, celebrating with me and at times telling me to stop feeling sorry for myself. I hope you will do the things you had planned to do together, and you may find your Mother is there with you in spirit.
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Paige the photos from the last few days have told of your memories at this sad time. I loved the Waxwings!
Grief does come in waves and can seem overwhelming but you will muddle through. My Father has been gone for over 30 years and I still have days when I am sad…but In all the up and downs of life in those 30 years I have heard his voice comforting me, celebrating with me and at times telling me to stop feeling sorry for myself. I hope you will do the things you had planned to do together, and you may find your Mother is there with you in spirit.
Hugs
At first I wouldn't believe it when people assured me that the good memories–words, smells, sounds, songs, habits–all of it would ease the hurt and, eventually, bring more smiles than tears. Grief still smacks me from nowhere some days, but it's okay. "Now what" will make itself clear. Love to you.
At first I wouldn’t believe it when people assured me that the good memories–words, smells, sounds, songs, habits–all of it would ease the hurt and, eventually, bring more smiles than tears. Grief still smacks me from nowhere some days, but it’s okay. “Now what” will make itself clear. Love to you.