The Roadblock of Grief
Twenty months ago my beloved husband died from a massive stroke and I started writing about my feelings every day.
Twenty months ago PTSD had hit me right in my gut and it remained there until months later.
Twenty months ago people told me I should write a book.
I listened and as I continued to write every day, a book was born.
Grief is the opposite of love. Grief is the price we pay for loving so deeply. Does this mean we should never love? No! Love is the most beautiful thing we can experience, and who would want to deny themselves being loved or being in love?
Grief throws us a roadblock as we travel the road of our lives. Every day, we get up and we do what we always do, never giving a thought to the fact that something can happen that alters our lives and our path completely.
We were finishing dinner. My husband went outside to take care of something in our garden and when he walked back in his speech was garbled. I thought he was teasing me, but he tried to speak again and that is when I knew he was having a stroke.
He lost consciousness and never truly came to again.
I am writing this article as a precursor to articles that will follow about grief and how I have made it through the roadblock.
I will leave you with this thought, we are not promised tomorrow so leave nothing on the table today, okay?
