Over twenty years ago! I can’t believe that this month May 2017 marks the 24th anniversary of the deaths of my 37-year-old wife Cindy and my two-year-old adopted daughter Katie. Twenty four years! That’s 11 years longer than the 13 years Cindy and I were married before her death. They have both been gone from my life much longer than they were in my life.
I cannot believe that 24 years have passed. And I cannot believe still that they actually died. Along the way the time often has seemed like an eternity. At other times during the grief journey it has felt to me like the losses had just taken place. That is the strange, warped time perception that exists in grief.
Have I progressed? Have I healed? Am I where I’m supposed to be in my grief journey? I don’t know. Grief has been a part of my life for so long it…
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