Sometimes it is just too quiet. The silence around me makes the thoughts in my heart deafening. Usually resulting in tears. Not the silent dripping down my cheeks tears-but the messy sobbing pain of a broken heart.
Now, thankfully, these episodes are not daily anymore, not weekly or even any predictable regularity. I am grateful for that.
I don't think that the pain has lessened from losing Robert. I think that I have just become used to the void. Used to the scars, the empty feeling. I have chosen not to give my brokenness power over the rest of my life. I am glad that I have made that choice. That for the most part I can be in the present moment and enjoying time with Munchkin or completing tasks at hand.
There are times however, where a memory will reach up and slap me. At those times, I cannot help but to feel my broken heart. To feel the pain of losing him. It is crushing, it is earth shattering and it is horribly unfair. Those are the times that generally result in the sobbing previously mentioned.
I have a favorite quote: "Take PRIDE in how far you have come, and FAITH in how far you can go"
I try and force myself to take a step back and realize that even though at that moment, I feel horrible-that I really have come very far. I am not crying 24/7. I am no longer paralyzed by memories-and at times I can even enjoy sweet memories. Nightmares and flashbacks of the accident are no longer constant...and dare I say have faded to few and far between. So yes, I have come very far in the past few years, so I just have to remember that as bad as it feels at that moment, that it will get better...it has gotten better over time and that it will be OK!