a week
Well, it's been a week and I said I wouldn't blog about it, but here I am doing that very thing. A week ago today my sweetie would've turned 27. Yeah, like y'all didn't know I robbed the cradle! I didn't want to blog about it because in my new attitude toward blogging, I'm trying to be uplifting, not depressing. Regardless, I kept thinking about writing something. I don't know if it's acknowledgement I'm needing on his behalf or if I'm being led to say it aloud. Last week it was the first day back from break, so I had so much going on that I know God put it out of my mind. That is until I went to bed. Then it started to bother me. Luckily, my superfriend is on speed dial and she was able to comfort me. I don't know what I'd have done for the last year if not for my friends. Funny how God strengthens the relationships you desperately need right before something tragic happens. Anyway, as I went to sleep I sang happy birthday and snuggled with his pillow that still carries a faint scent of his cologne (yes, I make sure it does).
This grief thing is so wierd. One minute I'm thinking of what we'll do when he gets home from work, the next, I realize he's not coming home. Why do I forget? Why do I keep having to remind myself? Why after this amount of time do I still feel the need to talk to him? Call him on the phone? Offer his help to friends in need? Then realize he's not there to help anymore.... Why is my brain still trying to make sense of it all?
Why do I get over the hump and look up to see another mountain?
But God has carried me through everyday, and I know he will continue to place his hand on my back and gently push me as I get back on my feet.