Mourning and loss isn’t an illness. We don’t want to recover from it. We don’t expect to recover.
We do, of course, hope to get past the initial shock and sadness. But the loss, that’s now and forever.
The loss is permanent. Burt’s not coming back. I mourn that loss.
It saddens me to have to live the rest of my life without Burt.
I know he’s not here, and I will go on without him.
It saddens me but I know I will go on. Without Burt. With Burt in my heart, in my memory; without Burt physically here. Burt’s here. Burt will always be with me.
I still greet him when I come home from my day out and about.
I still, sometimes, tell him about my day.
I still, sometimes, share things from my day that I think he would have enjoyed, or found interesting.
Not always. Not everyday. I find the highlights.
this is our life 