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Fillingthevoid A line to empathize with your posts. My husband died 3 years ago. At first, I was angry when well-meaning folks would tell me that I would feel better with time. I didn’t want to feel better, I didn’t want grief to soften, grief was a way of staying attached to him, and attached to him (after 40 years) was all I could want. I didn’t go to grief counseling per se, but I did start therapy, mostly to vent to another adult about all this stuff (money problems, inability to focus, the list goes on). She said, “Tell me about him.” And boy, did I. And I needed to have that (everyone is different). Slowly I started to make peace with what is. I won’t ever like it, I won’t ever have what we had again, but I can make peace with it. Plus, I have a dog with a set of demands, so I had a minimum that had to be done.
Maybe limbo is what grief is showing you right now. That’s ok. No time table, no schedule. Rest there as long as you need to.
And if you feel like it, tell me about her.
