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It happened again, two days ago. I was at Costco with my family and was suddenly struck by grief. I mean that literally--I suddenly had a memory of being there with my daughter and my parents, and was so saddened by it I literally couldn't move. My husband could tell immediately, I'm not sure if it was the look on my face or something else, but apparently it was obvious to him that I'd suddenly gone somewhere else. And I had the hardest time pulling myself away from it. I recovered from the tidal wave that took me down while still in the store. But the rest of the day, I started remembering more about the day she died, and that made me sadder and sadder until I found myself crying in my car (alone, which is unusual), parked in the garage after running some errands.
What surprised me the most was not how intensely and suddenly the grief came on, but how much it exhausted me. The rest of the day, I could barely think. I found myself just sitting on the sofa wanting to go to sleep by early evening. And then magically, the next morning I felt fine, despite having gotten less sleep than the night before.
I wanted to write about it that day, but literally couldn't summon up the energy to. And I thought about posting about it the following day, but honestly I didn't want to. I suppose it's part of my choosing to be in the grief or not. I guess this means I'm past the point of feeling guilty when I'm not grieving.
And here's the strangest thing--the day before this, I realized that for the first time since losing my daughter, I'm not fearing May and the anniversary of her death. May has now become the month in between my two younger children's birthdays. I was so relieved to realize that it's already January and I'm not fearfully counting down to May. But maybe it was this realization that caused the wave of grief to hit me the next day, as though my body was reminding me I should still grieve. I'm sure I'll still be sad when May arrives, and ambivalent about my birthday and Mother's Day, but at least now that feeling isn't beginning months in advance.
Riding the waves, good or bad. I don't know when grief will hit but I do know I can ride it out now. That wasn't the case in the early days (weeks, months, years) when I'd have a flashback and fear I'd lose my mind during it. The grief is...more contained, or maybe I just know better how to contain it. I don't want you to think that I'M contained, controlling it, because I don't think that's ever the case. Instead it's a matter of accepting what comes--happiness, sadness, good memories and bad--because that's actually easier than trying to control your mind and heart.
