This thing called grief is a strange beast. Some days feather weight and life bobs along ok. It's good to laugh, enjoy friends company. Be happy in your doing. Then, like a flip of a coin, grief becomes an unimaginable weight. To rise is nearly impossible. To move an effort almost beyond doing. To live seems pointless. Today has been this. Why I have done nothing different. Flying solo was not my choice, it was decided for me by my husbands death. I will go on, greatly altered. A pale imitation of a duo but I will survive. Grief you aint going to defeat me. 👊

Posted by dianna_ellson at 2022-04-15 19:13:17 UTC