I have decided I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. So I concentrate on the days when they’re gorgeous and sunny, the fresh air, the flowers. I try to write. It has helped. But still. We have suffered a loss. Hubby’s sister passed away two weeks ago Sunday from Covid19.
Yes, she was not in good health. Yes, she was older (69). But it happened out of the blue. Between the time she came down with the symptoms, was tested, and died, only 4 days passed. The fallout has been tremendous. Especially for her mother (still alive at 95), and her daughters. And my husband, her brother, is sad, sad, sad. I try to help. I try to find the right words. But it is hard. Grief is hard.
Hug those you love just a little longer today. For me. For them. For yourself. Remembering the ones who leave us is hard.