Lately I have been feeling like was he ever here, did I make him up.? Is that not weird.? It’s like a dream, some memories are foggy or so far in the distance that I am having a hard time remembering what it was like when he lived here with us.
I don’t know what has been going on lately, I have been a bit more emotional than usual. It could be the holidays approaching or that I’m tired. I don’t really know.
It’s been 15 months. I have been feeling stuck for a bit. I have been trying to figure out why. I think it has to do with not letting go of the past. It’s safe here. I don’t have to leave my bubble or move on. If I stay were I am then I really can’t leave him. If I move forward then I am living a life without him. I’m struggling with this part. I think I have more grieving to do. I have not accepted that part yet, the living without him.
I know I’m a bit all over the place. I just needed a spot to get my thoughts out.
Jennica