I can't believe how little I have blogged in the past several months. The clearing of the 'grief fog', as my best friend calls it, brings perspective and rejuvenation.
Grief is a crazy thing and it
doesn't always will rarely look and act like you expect it to. Looking back I know I was grieving long before he was gone. Cancer sucks and the last months of in and out the hospital and rehab and then hospice were a roller coaster. (I don't recommend having shingles on top of metastasized melanoma.)
Now he is 'hanging out with Jesus', as my six year old puts it and we are at peace, knowing he is no longer hurting.
So, with the bulk of the expected funk ('cause I know it will still creep up on me) out of the way (or at least until summer when we are used to having him nearby to hang out with) I am starting routines that hadn't found their groove since we moved. (The stage four diagnosis came about the same time. As did my daughter's epilepsy diagnosis.)
Guess I have all kinds of fuel for the writing fire, which is good - since March is coming!