Two Months
When I wrote the one month post, I felt like I blinked and thirty days had passed. Things are slower now – slower and different than before. Foolishly, I thought this would be a linear process. While I used to define my grief in good vs bad days, now there are just days. Lots of little things come up during the course of a day – something someone says, a song, a memory or an item I find in the…