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A year can seem like forever but also like yesterday. Some say grief goes in stages but newer writing says we experience it in waves. And nowhere is it written that we can make sense of a loss in a certain amount of time. I've found when I had no conscious awareness of progress, the mourning process was advancing inside me like the current in a river. It keeps moving. So if I'm in the boat, I'm going forward no matter how confused I feel. The only issue is if I'm stuck in some backwater eddy just going in circles. Then I may need someone to give my boat a shove back into the stream by whatever loving way I can receive.
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