Facebook Post: Everyone who has lost someone close to them told me 6 months was hard. But everyday has been hard and it feels like it gets harder. This week is the 6 month mark and as the months move along I feel so alone. I don't think it would matter even if I were surrounded by huge amounts of family and friends every second. Nothing will ever fill the void, the ache, the longing for Gracie that increases each day. But then I think of the flowers sent anonymously Monday, the fixings for my dirty diet Coke given to me last week, the kind text from Gracie's preschool teacher sent to me at just the right moment, and people just letting me know they still think and pray for our family. Life is so busy but I know it's the continued thoughts and prayers that carry my feet out of bed in the morning and help me through my day.
It was so hard for me to have people doing little things for me here and there and yet the pain continued. I felt ungrateful and frustrated that all these nice things weren't making me feel better but I was more concerned that those showing support would eventually become frustrated and irritated at my lack of progress through the grieving process and withdraw support....or just simply move on before I was ready for them to. This was a natural process and I started recognizing that although I felt no better at 6 months, others had naturally moved on from their grief and I was feeling more alone and comfort was fading.
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