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| | | TAPS Blog | My grief is a lot like the great Atlantic. Far too vast to see the other side and much too deep to traverse on my own. Every day, I rise with the sun and meander along her shore, muddling through my thoughts as my feet shuffle forward. And sometimes I run. But not for very long. Sometimes the sadness washes in gently, barely reaching my toes, softly lapping at the shores of my hurt. Other times, the despair comes crashing in waves taller than myself, knocking me down and nearly drowning me in the process. |
Posted by: TAPS
| | | TAPS Blog | Celebrate the life, celebrate the life – that’s what TAPS is all about and I do believe it is finally setting in to my exhausted, confused mind. I’ve come to believe the sleepless nights have become a part of my everyday life. I’ve come to understand that my heart will forever be heavy, my gut will hurt on and off forever. But, thankfully, I realize a change has come about. I’m becoming my old self, despite myself. My way of dealing with adversity has always been to take action - find the problem, fix it. |
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| | | TAPS Blog | Until Jeff’s death, I was one of those women who thought the world was going to end because my dishwasher wasn’t working, and oh how I wish I could go back to those days. I found myself asking, “Why did it have to be me? Why did it have to be my husband? It just isn’t fair!” No, it’s not fair. Life isn’t fair. |