Time and Grief
Jul. 17th, 2006 06:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
angela_n_huntIn the energy and excitement of last week, today has snuck up on me.
Aside from the fact that it's Monday, today is also my Poppa Bear's birthday. He would have been 62 today.
It doesn't hurt like it used to. But it still aches. I miss him. I wish he was here. I wish my Mouse could know my Poppa Bear in more than spirit. I wish I could share all that has happened lately with him on a phone, rather than talking to spirit. I know he hears me. I hear him too. But it's just not the same.
As time wears on, the things you miss change and intensify. I miss his hugs, the ones where he would squeeze me around the shoulders and chuckle as he did it. I miss all of it, and all of him, but today, on the date of his birth, I miss the hugs.
I love you, Poppa Bear. Happy birthday!
* * *
Aside from today being what it is, the weekend was lovely. The husband got to come home and be home for the weekend, not work, which was awesome.
I actually got half my desk cleaned off this weekend and I started a new painting, A Wish For Wings. I'm debating putting up progress photos of it.
They start work on the new lattice wall this week, so we won't be staring straight into the neighbors and them into us in the backyard, which I think will be nice.
Yeah.
All things considered, I feel pretty good.
I don't know if I'd call this time healing all wounds. I guess that I'd say time has given me a better handle on things. And well, that? I'll take that along with whatever else I can get.
Peace, when it finally comes, is too precious to waste.
Aside from the fact that it's Monday, today is also my Poppa Bear's birthday. He would have been 62 today.
It doesn't hurt like it used to. But it still aches. I miss him. I wish he was here. I wish my Mouse could know my Poppa Bear in more than spirit. I wish I could share all that has happened lately with him on a phone, rather than talking to spirit. I know he hears me. I hear him too. But it's just not the same.
As time wears on, the things you miss change and intensify. I miss his hugs, the ones where he would squeeze me around the shoulders and chuckle as he did it. I miss all of it, and all of him, but today, on the date of his birth, I miss the hugs.
I love you, Poppa Bear. Happy birthday!
* * *
Aside from today being what it is, the weekend was lovely. The husband got to come home and be home for the weekend, not work, which was awesome.
I actually got half my desk cleaned off this weekend and I started a new painting, A Wish For Wings. I'm debating putting up progress photos of it.
They start work on the new lattice wall this week, so we won't be staring straight into the neighbors and them into us in the backyard, which I think will be nice.
Yeah.
All things considered, I feel pretty good.
I don't know if I'd call this time healing all wounds. I guess that I'd say time has given me a better handle on things. And well, that? I'll take that along with whatever else I can get.
Peace, when it finally comes, is too precious to waste.
