Acknowledging.
Tomorrow marks six months since Dave died February 15. Stop. Pause.
It is… Stop. Pause. Breathe.
The last couple of weeks have been very thoughtful on death. My most recent post was actually written a couple weeks before that, in July. I was sidetracked and just didn’t post until August.
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I shouldn’t be surprised. After all we don’t forget how to ride a bike. We have muscle memory so why not have “usually” memory?
I shouldn’t be surprised that as the dust had really settled around me since Dave’s death, the last couple of weeks have been deeply painful. Not the wailing pain of disbelief or release of emotions, but the soreness of loss. A low level ache. A bruise, unseen but felt below the surface.
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