Viewing post #57517 by bsavage
|I think that is to be expected, Melissa. When I lost my brother I cried often and a lot. Sometimes I'd be fine, then I'd think about something that would remind me of him, then I'd cry. Grief is difficult, but keep breathing and putting one foot in front of the other. I try to remember my brother's life rather than his death when I still feel that sadness creeping in. He had an excellent life, and mine is better for having had him in it.
I hope you know that you don't have to edit out the sad stuff here (unless you really want to). I find that sometimes it helps to write how I'm feeling. That includes the good and the bad... so feel free to share. What's the old saying? Sorrow shared is half the sorrow, joy shared is twice the joy. Wishing you better days ahead!