Or in my case, "one mile to the next." I spent a lovely evening with my in-laws, and today I make the long, remaining 600-mile journey to northeast Ohio.
Yesterday's 400-mile drive gave me plenty of time to think. That's both good and bad. I have been reminded the past few days how draining grief is. Even if I'm not actively crying, I can feel energy draining from me. Unless I'm really occupied with someone or something, my thoughts go straight to Sue and the family and anxiety simmers. I learned "one day at a time" in a 12-Step program; now I'm going with "one mile at a time." That's the only way to get to where I'm going. 😉
The journey continues...
|I'm not sure what "it" is, |
but I guess I will find it!