Grief looks the same a year later.
Time doesn’t always heal wounds.
A year ago I wrote about my grandfather’s passing. I expressed how sad I was not to have someone to walk me down the aisle when I finally got married but even more importantly, I shared how crushed I was without him. I’m a woman with great faith but I still struggled with his death. A year later, there are days when I have to fight back the tears.
Time is not a cure for the pain of loss.
Everyone always says, “time heals wounds.” I personally don’t think so. People said you’ll remember moments with your papi and smile. After a year I didn’t expect to ugly cry whenever I think about memories with him but I do sometimes.
No one prepares you for the hurt you feel well after someone’s passing. The condolences stop and you're expected to move on quickly. What about those of us who don’t…who can’t? I don’t spend every day bawling my eyes out about my grandfather but there are times when the thought of him gives me a lump in my throat and I feel like I can’t breathe.
The thought of the things we’ll never get to do together robs my joy.
I often think about the moments I won’t be able to experience with him. There are things I really wanted to give him, like a…
