Four Months Later

It had been four months since you died. I am getting a little used to the silence that occupies my life without you. It's isolating. Once again, I'm tired. I work too much and sleep too little. I think bizarre thoughts like what were you thinking of right before you died.

We all grieve in our own way. I want us to all do it the same and that can be frustrating because one person wants to put it off until later and then break down, when I've already done it so often and am at a different part of my grief journey. It's isolating not being able to share the grief with the others affected by the same loss.