Sometimes grieving someone is like having to fly in the clouds. The instruments of life say you’re plodding along as normal, but for some damn reason beyond your control, you have to be surrounded by clouds. When do you get to stop flying in them? When you find airspace without them. Until then, keep moving forward.

I kinda feel like I’ve been in the clouds for a bit. My heart’s gonna ache for Kevin for the rest of my life, probably. Mostly because I can’t put life on hold for like a week and just indulge myself in the pain of his loss. Instead I need to continue to exist like a normal human adult and go about my life like I’m not a widow. Dude, it’ll be a decade in July. Why the hell am I still breaking down this much?!?!?!