🌞 A couple of thoughts about how grief still lingers after losing a spouse. I always liked the porch swing moving with a little higher action. I mean not real big, well I guess sometimes I do…lol. But Mary didn’t like to swing big, or with a lot of motion. She always liked it with only very little swinging motion. A little more than still. So now, sometimes, when I’m swinging, I’ll catch myself and slow down because It reminds me of her. And I slow down, just for her. Another thing is I always liked my eggs cooked pan scrambled. Fried a little and then scramble them wet most of the time. Mary liked hers over easy. I eat my eggs over easy now. Every morning. Just for her. Those small moments we shared in life together. The little things we take for granted. I don’t do those things because I’m stuck in grief, or not moving forward and discovering my own life. No, It’s just a reminder of what we shared and how we loved. Grief never leaves or heals. It remains and reminds us of a life and a time that once was. Oh how they linger. And I loved it.
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