"In your healing, lies your child's healing", said someone during my early days of grief. Healing; there's nothing peaceful about it. You oscillate between rage and more rage, and it's completely alright. Its best to let it all out, as opposed to experiencing body pains, hairfall and nausea.
It's so easy being the deceased. You're suddenly free of all your earthly responsibilities. You can have endless pints of freshly brewed beer and continental food, without putting on any weight. I imagine this is what my late husband is upto.
My child no longer remembers his father's face and I was both surprised and relieved. He has finally made peace with the fact that his father is never coming back and his baby brain has permanently wiped out his father's memories. "We no longer have a husband", he declared this evening, along with "I'll marry you and cars mumma"
There is no point spewing hatred and venom about the dead, because they're dead. It's time for us, the living to just let go. Life, death and everything in-between is not in our hands. So let's make the best, of the very short time we've been given on Earth.
Let our children remember us with love, friends with laughter and family with fondness and utmost affection. Most importantly, let's spread love and light, to everyone we meet, especially sad souls with traumatic pasts.
