It would seem that at some point in your grief journey that grief could no longer hold out any surprises for you. But that isn’t the case.
After a weekend of clearing out closets of my accumulated stuff, I was ambushed by grief and by an ugly old suitcase. After over twenty-three years of grief journey, I decided to take out to the dumpster an old floral designed suitcase along with the rest of my no longer needed stuff in my closet. At one point I am sure that I thought all of this stuff was important. But now the suitcase along with all my other junk was just taking up space in my life and had no purpose or meaning for me now.
Then on the way to dumpster with the suitcase in hand, grief ambushed me. Remembering my wife Cindy without my help picking out a family suitcase…
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