Three years ago today, John died.
My sister-in-law is visiting this weekend. It's nice to have her here on a this significant date, although, as always for me, the day itself is only as significant as I choose to make it. Should I choose to use the calendar's reckoning as a reason to reflect on the passage of time, so be it. Otherwise, it's simply another day to miss John. So far, I've focused on enjoying the company of family and friends, the challenge and resulting peace of sharing my sorrow with the congregation at church, and gorging myself on an Edible Arrangement from a particularly thoughtful and much-missed member of my Boston tribe (thanks, CV).
There has been much healing in the past three years, but the most significant thing I've learned is that the grief is never over. It ebbs and flows, but it never goes away. I'll always miss John. Not to miss him would be to forget him, a terrible and impossible alternative. So I live with the grief and I try to learn from it, and today I think about John a little more. Love always to you, Goose.