People know I’m grieving, they just don’t know what it looks like. Or how long it takes. Or that it’s actually time consuming and can’t be scheduled for convenient times like, perhaps from 6-8 on Monday, Wednesday and Friday evenings.
For one thing my brain refuses to take time off, preferring instead to whirl frantically the moment my head hits the pillow.
For another, because there are things to do. There are so many things to do. The world keeps spinning. The garbage still needs to be dragged to the curb, laundry needs to be done, I have to remember to eat and shower.
If you ask me how I am, I will tell you I am okay. Because I’m working hard to make it so but it is going to take lots and lots of time.