Today--almost nine months in to my life without Faye--I find I'm missing her more than every.
In many ways I feel better than I did a few months but I miss having her in my life desperately. And that even applies to those many areas in which our personalities clashed and I found her slightly annoying. :)
Just when I think I'm doing really well I find the wound of grief had just scabbed over. But probing that wound is, I am convinced, part of the process, which will bring genuine deep healing.
And so I press on.
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