It's funny how grief hits you: never when you're prepared; always when you're not.
That's the way I've always been. Somehow, I think being prepared for it is it's own way of grieving and it doesn't hit quite as hard. After my mom died, I braced myself for all of the firsts...first Christmas, first birthday, first Mother's Day, thinking, "Oh, this is gonna suck." But it wasn't so bad. But when the seconds hit...they HIT. I think I was prepared for the firsts but not the seconds to hurt.
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Date: 2010-12-28 12:54 am (UTC)That's the way I've always been. Somehow, I think being prepared for it is it's own way of grieving and it doesn't hit quite as hard. After my mom died, I braced myself for all of the firsts...first Christmas, first birthday, first Mother's Day, thinking, "Oh, this is gonna suck." But it wasn't so bad. But when the seconds hit...they HIT. I think I was prepared for the firsts but not the seconds to hurt.
I am keeping you and your mom in my prayers.
And wow! Is your pretend husband good to you!!!