I know you know that grief is a road that never fully ends, but with time it’s a road that becomes less treacherous to travel. I always made my mom a cup of coffee before I made my own, and for weeks after she moved to an assisted living facility, I still reached for two coffee cups in the morning before remembering I only had to make one. After she died, the act of fixing myself coffee without needing to do the same for her would hit me like a knife to the chest every single morning. She’s been gone for three years and, now when I fix my coffee, I’m reminded of her, but it doesn’t usually bring me to tears. Instead, I remember how she liked two HEAPING spoons of sugar per cup, and I smile. ‘You’re not drinking coffee, you’re drinking sugar in hot water!’ I would say. Some mornings, I’ll add a little extra sugar to my coffee cup and think of her.
Sending hugs. Thank you for sharing your story. ❤️
Oh Victoria, my heart is breaking for you. I know this doesn't help, but I'm truly, deeply sorry. This is such a moving, beautiful, and inspiring essay. And, such an apt perspective on grief. Sending you so, so, so much love.
Oh, Vickie. This is so crushing and I'm just so deeply sorry. I'm sending so much love your way (I also sent a card, but you may not get it since it was to your old address). Big big love to you. <3
I know you know that grief is a road that never fully ends, but with time it’s a road that becomes less treacherous to travel. I always made my mom a cup of coffee before I made my own, and for weeks after she moved to an assisted living facility, I still reached for two coffee cups in the morning before remembering I only had to make one. After she died, the act of fixing myself coffee without needing to do the same for her would hit me like a knife to the chest every single morning. She’s been gone for three years and, now when I fix my coffee, I’m reminded of her, but it doesn’t usually bring me to tears. Instead, I remember how she liked two HEAPING spoons of sugar per cup, and I smile. ‘You’re not drinking coffee, you’re drinking sugar in hot water!’ I would say. Some mornings, I’ll add a little extra sugar to my coffee cup and think of her.
Sending hugs. Thank you for sharing your story. ❤️
Aw, thank you for sharing yours! I'm going to add a little sugar in my coffee for Peggy. <3
Oh Victoria, my heart is breaking for you. I know this doesn't help, but I'm truly, deeply sorry. This is such a moving, beautiful, and inspiring essay. And, such an apt perspective on grief. Sending you so, so, so much love.
Aw, thank you!! 💖💖
Wishing I could give you a hug. You’re going through the pains of so much transformation at one time. Sending you love.
Aw, thank you! 💕
I love this. And you.
Thank you. I love you tooooo!! 💖
Oh, Vickie. This is so crushing and I'm just so deeply sorry. I'm sending so much love your way (I also sent a card, but you may not get it since it was to your old address). Big big love to you. <3
Aw, thank you! I'll be in Atlanta in December. And Travis is going to keep the house, so he'll hold on to it for me! <3