Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Nine Months

Nine months

I saw a red pickup truck with a ladder rack today - one of the biggest triggers for me.   Every time I see a red pickup truck with a ladder rack, it wipes me out.

I don't know how to change that, but I'd love to.  I'd like the site of that truck to make me smile - and remember.  It doesn't seem possible, but that's what I'd like.

For months, I had a hard time finding those happy memories.  The past couple years of Greg's life were hard on everyone.  I probably have more good memories of those years than most, but they don't come easily.

The sad and traumatic memories have been dotted with happy remembrances, but they were few and far between.  In the past month, there have been more good memories - and older memories.  They don't come easily or often, but they have started to come. 

I'm grateful.  

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