Busy

Keeping busy helps me work through my grief. It also takes me away from the business of my grieving.

Grief need not be avoided and often the busy-ness of my days skirts the pain of my grieving.

While Burt was ailing busy was intricate to mourning. There was a relentless gradual loss.

Now, busy is good. It keeps me moving forward, of course, while reminding me of happy times past. The past from before the debilitations of dementia.

In truth, activity does not  displace my loss. It may distract, but more often with it come a flood of my remembrances of Burt.

I welcome those since as they come up, they are generally of our good old days. And we had many of those.