It's the love and support of friends that is keeping me buoyed.....I thought the grieving was getting a little easier, but every time, I pick up, move or look into something of Monica's that is around the house, I lose it. I'm finding that I don't want to touch or move certain things. I guess it's a way of keeping her here with me....I just need to let myself be with this process, wherever it goes.
I love what my friend Amy wrote: '....we can choose to live our lives, with richness and abundance and depth, with layers and rewrites....'
It feels that the richness, abundance, depth and layers of life are doing their own dance, having their own play....I'm just working on the rewrites.
I trust that I will find my way thru...
