Restless Kind of Grieving

I’ve heard it said that there is no right or wrong way to grieve, but until now I didn’t realize that the grief I experience with each individual I have ever lost is never experienced by me, the same way twice.

It stands to reason, I suppose, that since no two idividuals are identical, and no relationships though often similar, are amazingly unique in their own way …. that each loss in a person’s life would almost naturally be experienced very differently.

Today, day 11 … I am restless. Searching through letters, photographs, have forgotten what I’m suppose to be doing today … was it laundry? No … work … I go to work tonight, I should be napping …. somehow …. that just doesn’t seem to be a priority.