Ronni
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- Nashville TN

I don’t cry every day anymore, but I crash into that loss at random times, so I can’t manage a week without tears. Sometimes they’re quiet and soft, other times (in my car so I don’t disturb anyone) I scream till I run out of breath.
I’m fundamentally changed. Though it’s been a year, his death/that loss/my grief continues to be woven into my now. I lose him every day, sometimes many times a day. It’s a loss that rearranged my world. It affects everything I do, all the things I experience, the way I view life. So many things that used to be important just aren’t, anymore. I’ve lost the sense of frivolity and silliness I used to have. I’m still learning how to participate in my life, connect with others outside of my immediate family, be social.
My life’s become sharply delineated. There will forever be a before, and an after. I don’t know if I’ll ever fully learn to fit missing him into living. The realization that he’s gone hits me randomly. The world stops then, when that vicious reality crashes into me.
My grief has no end, no timeline. It ebbs and flows, it’s a continuum. It will always be that way. It can’t be fixed. It’s not a problem that has a solution, a disorder that has a cure. Grief isn’t a visitor. It’s my constant companion, and the other stuff that comprises the rest of my life just sort of sneaks in when the grief backs off. I have a low hum of fear that is another constant, the fear that this day will take another loved one away from me.
Every morning I have to step back into this world from which my boy is forever missing and some days it’s almost impossible to stretch myself to fit that world, the world he’s no longer in.
I’ve posted more here recently in these months after Devin’s death, and I know I seem to be getting back to “normal” because I work at it. You don’t see all the spaces in between when I fall apart, scream, rail at the world, sob till I’m hoarse. For my own sanity, I keep that private.
Think of Devin today, will you? And send positive vibes, love and light, prayers, to his siblings. They are struggling just as I am, each in their own way.
