Sandra — eight years on

So I was noticing all this week I wasn’t being my usual cheerful self and was feeling a bit depressed. I also noticed that the eight anniversary of Sandra’s death was coming up this Thursday. Putting two and two together however? That took until yesterday. Sometimes the hurting’s so deep inside you only notice it when you actually stop and think about it.

Grief is a funny thing. At some point your brain just gives up on it, evolution only tolerating so much moping before it wants you to move on with things. That first year I felt it every day; eight years on there can be days, sometimes weeks without me thinking about it. On a day like this it’s out in force again.

1 Comment

  • Kim Verburg

    November 8, 2019 at 3:16 pm

    I am sorry. Sterkte.

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