Good morning to you. It’s Sunday as I write. Link and I got out already and manage to get around the block together. We snuggled all night and were reluctant to get out of bed but we needed to. The past few days I have been set up in the bedroom with my laptop. I just haven’t felt like being in the rest of the house for too long right now. I’m in the middle of a process right now and it’s a very uncomfortable place to be.
I have been receiving really good advice come from my faraway family and friends. I have been practicing some of it the past couple of days. The advice isn’t new but when you are in the middle of “the feelings” you just don’t remember crap to put it bluntly. My cousins wife has helped me with remembering to do deep breathing, may be to try counting when I walk if I find myself ruminating on things too much.
The words of comfort and great advice help me in my head but my body is different. I miss the tangible presence of my husband. I miss hugs. I miss kisses. I miss waking up and seeing him and hearing his voice. I miss having someone to talk to that at one time use to understand me better than I understood myself sometimes.
The Nothing Compares To You song was in my head this morning. It’s the first song my husband and I listened to when we got home after Sam left us.
Sam visited me in my dreams last night and was so excited to see me. He was bigger in our dream visit than when he was here in life. He was healthy and vibrant and full of joy. It was very comforting. I think it was God working in mysterious ways again. God just knew I needed comfort from an unlikely place, to have a visit from an old friend.
This morning I went and got the fleece version of him I sewed 9 years ago now and just held him this morning. It helped me some to do that.
Writing about all this is helping me process part of what’s happening in my life right now. Thank you for visiting, reading, your kind thoughts and your prayers.
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All I can do is tell you that you are in my thoughts and that I send you love across the ether along with virtual hugs. 🙂
I’ll take all the hugs I can get virtual or not – thank you. It’s a process.
Romantic regret can make life pretty difficult. Alfred Lord Tennyson said “Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.” True, I think. It’s natural and part of the process to grieve, but you need to focus on your health and beginning a new chapter in your life; i.e., be glad for what you had, and move on. I know this is hard and I’m sorry to sound so preachy, but sometimes it helps to be reminded.