Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Moving on. Well-meaning individuals tossing versions of this phrase into conversations. With regards to grieving the death of my son. "I'm glad to see you're moving on." Implying leaving something behind. As if putting it somewhere in the past is the answer. Not relating to that concept at all. Not moving anywhere. Living with it. Choosing to be in the present as much as possible. Experiencing what is, right now. Extremely sad that Michael is gone. Beyond description. Living with that reality. This not something that can change. At the same time, loving the presence of my granddaughter. Lucky enough to be kissing and holding her often. Appreciating that immensely. Grief and joy co-existing daily. One not precluding the other. Moving on? Not part of the equation.