How My Journey Began

It was March 2008 when my husband Joe died after suffering a stroke at the base of the brain.  It was totally unexpected.  He was in great spirits when I saw him after work the night before.  Then early the next morning the stroke occurred on both sides of the brain.

Thus began my journey through grief.

It was not a planned journey but once it began, I was determined to make it through to the end.

My Journey Ended…Or Did It?

About October or November 2010, I suddenly realized I was maybe about 98 – 99% through my grief.  Now the grief might have left sooner, it just took me until late 2010 to realize it.

My moment of realization was wonderful.  It felt like the sun had burned off most of the fog in my head, leaving me feeling more alert, alive and ready to take on life.  I only wish I had experienced that feeling sooner.

I know I will never make it completely through grief because it will re-surface, like a sea creature from the deep, to participate in special family moments.  But moments are all they will be and I will successfully manage them.  Joy and pain do co-exist and those moments are described as bittersweet.

So to all the good, bad, and bittersweet moments of life – ready or not, here I come!