I wrote this piece 11 years ago. Life has changed a lot but my core stays the same in many ways. Grappling with the realities of grief is never-ending. Life’s cycles have a way of making it feel fresh all over again. Changes in seasons, milestone birthdays, sometimes just thinking about the future in general. Moments of happy carpool with sadness, each day always a surprise as to which one is going to ride shotgun.
I’m slightly better equipped now to recognize their impact, and how I can possibly try to rewrite the script to salvage a day instead of letting it fall apart completely. Reading these old entries is a good reminder that progress isn’t linear, and oftentimes we need to take a few steps back and reflect in order to move forward.