I want to take a moment from looking back, to say, yesterday was a happy and sad day. It was my birthday. I love birthdays. It’s that one day out of the year that’s just yours, or in this case mine 🙂 This year, with the loss of Colby just months ago, I found myself really missing everyone. Out of our family of 5, it’s just Mom and I left.
I still find myself almost picking up the phone to share a joke or story or talk about the day, and then I remember I can’t.
I’m not really sure how I’ve dealt with all that’s happened. Mainly by trying to move forward a little each day. I’ve had my nights of sweet tea vodka and lemonade with lots of tears and old songs. Being sad, dwelling on that, it isn’t something I can do. I have those moments, and then “get right back on the horse” which is life and keep going. I suppose it’s part of the grieving process.
That sad place though isn’t somewhere I wish to be often.