Grief Waves Do Not Stop

Good evening. Sunday blog. I don’t think I have anything to say, that you have not already heard! When I was 16, our family went to Florida to see my Grandpa. Any one who knew me then and knows me now, my hair is always fixed, in public, even the beach in Miami. You don’t go to the ocean and not put your feet in. A big wave came, knocked me down and rolled over me. I came out screaming. 32 weeks tomorrow and I’m still screaming from the waves. Waves do not announce themselves. So, you never really know when one is churning. When it knocks you down, you know it! You come back up crying! I had a great day. No walk, raining. 2 church services, Bob Evans in between, for Denny’s pancake, so yummy. When I got home, I decided to sew and work on Christmas sewing. All afternoon. When I put it all away, I jumped in my walking clothes, did 4 miles and 2 blisters to prove it. The reason, I wanted pictures of the sunset. I missed it. Got some color, no sun. 1 deer. I think that’s a good day. I don’t drown in the waves. That’s what’s important. I will never not miss him! This big chunk of my life is gone. I know I have all of the love and precious memories. I know I have a different life now. Whether I want it or not. I just don’t have it straight yet. Bear with me. It has to change a little, right? Good church services today, great messages. In between all of that grief mess, I’m still leaning on my Savior, Jesus! Happy 33 weeks in Heaven! I love you! Good night. God bless.❤️🤗🙏🏻🤗❤️