So many anniversaries of saying goodbye, sometimes it seems like I just roll from one to the other: January - Dad, February-Carson, May - my sister, July - Mom and Hermione, September - my BFF Linda, October - Wrigley. Sometimes, they sneak up on me, and then, like you, I feel guilty, and the guilt somehow deepens and renews the grief. We carry so much loss on our shoulders. It's a load, isn't it?
Been there.
So many anniversaries of saying goodbye, sometimes it seems like I just roll from one to the other: January - Dad, February-Carson, May - my sister, July - Mom and Hermione, September - my BFF Linda, October - Wrigley. Sometimes, they sneak up on me, and then, like you, I feel guilty, and the guilt somehow deepens and renews the grief. We carry so much loss on our shoulders. It's a load, isn't it?