A friend posted this today — April 28th — and it expresses part of the complexity that is mourning. Life goes on, and as time passes, we start to live in moments and hours and even days when those we’ve lost figure less and less in our thoughts. And then we think of Chirashi or hands held or promises made as the end drew near, and the grief comes flooding back.
I’ve been telling my kids that we should remember the silly and fun moments with Opa, and they tell me okay. And then we all realize that there won’t be new silly and fun moments to add to that collection of memories filed under Opa. And then we are sad together.
And that’s still okay. Because life goes on and grows and builds itself around the past.
And that’s as it should be.