Confessions of a Grandma

Every one says to give myself time to grieve.  I don't see that I even have a choice in the matter.  It is a process and there are no short cuts.  It is one day at a time and baby steps along the way.  Heartache and missing Mike are my new reality.  Well, a part of my new reality.  In the meantime, I am left to go on with life and figure out my way in the world.  Some things--often unexpectedly--are hard.  Other times--often unexpectedly--I find a well of strength I maybe had not appreciated before. My friend Ginnie calls often to ask in a most supportive way, "What did you do today?  What do you plan to do tomorrow?"  At first it was the many details of death that took up the "just one thing I can do today."  Basic things like brushing my teeth and washing my face felt like accomplishments.  I cleaned the house as a way to lovingly touch all of Mike's things.   I even dusted his tool chest and his work bench in the gara...