Yesterday I started the grief journey all over again. Right back at square one just days before celebrating the 5 year passing of my Mom. The loss of a grandparent is right up there with the loss of a parent.
I've experienced so many significant losses in the past few years and I can I tell you something? I never get adjusted to it. It's never the same, it never hurts less. I need it to hurt because then I can get it all out. I can cry, laugh and really feel the emotions so I can get to the part of the road where the storm breaks and the sun shines through. The part where I can remember the good memories and not just be reminded she's gone. The part where I can be so thankful I was blessed to have her at all.
I'll never get used to not having the two most important women in my life not with me. I'll never get used to not having them to call on the phone and talk to for hours. I'll never get used to not getting cards in the mail from them. I'll never get used to not hearing them say "I love you." Those things will never happen on this grief journey.
I will however never forget them. I'll talk about them often. I'll miss them terribly. I'll cry when I think of them sometimes and laugh others. I'll tell them I love them in my prayers and I'll hold tight to the promise of seeing them again.