The Aftermath

The holidays are not happy times for everyone. These days can be very painful for those grieving. Like riding the waves of a storm some days seem normal. Going through the motions and keeping busy feels right. Other days are so exhausting one foot in front of the other is nearly impossible.

It’s been two Thanksgivings since Ava went to heaven and I don’t care about turkey or pie anymore. No one will ever fill the empty seat at the table. Her second Christmas in heaven is approaching and joy is barely visible, like a distant memory fading into the fog. Old traditions bring longing and sorrow for what used to be. The holidays are a constant reminder of memories that will never be made.

I am riding out the storm and wondering what the aftermath will look like…