It has been 4 years since the passing of my lovely wife, Tilly. Grief certainly is not a kind thing, though everything you hear, read, and see, says grief is a natural thing, and that everyone processes grief differently. That is so true.
After four years, I still am experiencing grief. But is is different now. Not necessarily better, but different. That violent "cymbal-like " crash doesn't resound between my ears anymore. I still have nightmares, but not as often. The gut wrenching, heart-pounding, breathtaking pain has been replaced by a dull, quiet aching, that resides deeper within me. It resounds like a mini-echo in a large empty space I call my life.
Grief still resides there in my being, but I am better. I will go on. I will survive!