It’s heartbreaking watching Mom fade a little each day. I’ve cried, felt numb, and even angry. This is how I’ve been learning to carry the grief without drowning in it.
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It’s heartbreaking watching Mom fade a little each day. I’ve cried, felt numb, and even angry. This is how I’ve been learning to carry the grief without drowning in it.
and then
Some nights, I cry in the car after visiting her. Seeing her frail, confused… it breaks me. But talking it through with a friend or journaling helps. I remind myself: I’m grieving a little at a time. That’s not weakness. That’s love in motion.