Today a new adventure began, as I co-lead a different kind of grief group called Kaleidoscope Living. We listened to wise words and each other, while using our hands to make blankets for new life (babies). Conversations about grief always seem to be enriched when the hands are engaged. I'm so excited for this opportunity and deeply thankful that it was "better than expected," "productive," and elicited this response from many: "How often can we do this?"
It seems especially appropriate that the group began this weekend, the weekend of my first husband's birthday. No matter how much time passes, these special dates always hurt! But -- I find that I am okay now with the hurt (seven and a half years later). It helps me pause, know that I cannot fix (only carry), remember how he loved me, and be my best self.
Oh, and I make him brownies.