Still grieving......

Like most people our age, Noel and I’ve been through some bad times. Times where you couldn’t see the light at the end of the tunnel. Times that filled us with despair. Our only son with a life threatening disease, the death of loved ones, divorce, the ugly spectre of alcoholism, my daughter’s life threatening injuries from a car accident, my grandchild born with a serious heart defect, broken relationships and much, much more.

It’s a bad time now – the hardest, we think. We have lost our three precious little grandchildren. They have gone forever. No more wet little kisses, or hugs, or happy squeals of delight.
No, they are not dead, they are well and alive and happy living in another country. But they are gone from us forever. If we do see them again, they will have grown, as children do so quickly, they won’t know us, and we won’t know them.
Those who know something say that we are grieving, and that grieving has several stages – sadness, anger, disbelief, listlessness and depression. The stages come and go in any order and are sometimes repeated. It does help to know. Its true, too, that time does heal. We know this from our past experiences. So we’re just biding our time, spoiling ourselves and each other, taking it easy.