To Grieve or Not to Grieve?
Today is the 10th anniversary of my husband’s death. I saw him vividly in a dream a few days ago. The first time in a very long time. I miss him when I take time to remember our love, the friendship we developed and the family we raised together. I try not to dwell on the sad part of losing him. But it’s still tough not to tear up when I let myself go back in time. I know the memories I have are now muddled with romantic powdered sugar. The trying times have been given a buzz-cut long ago. I know he’s not coming back. I’m not angry about his parting anymore. I believe his death gave me the springboard to jump forward and create a satisfying life without him. My quandary is how to take the time to grieve. It surprises me how powerful grief can be when I do. Do I unlock and open the door? Or do I walk by and let the dust form without my attention? I have a little Irish sprite inside of me. It encourages me to unlock and open the door. I