I admit there are less of the barren deserts now than there once was, but it doesn't make them any less scary.
The trouble with a grieving expedition is no one can go through it for you, no one can 'do it for you' and no amount of heartache will ever change the fact the person you love is gone.
There are people out there who believe I should be over Butch's passing by now, I should be actively seeking to 'replace' him and get on with my life. I was told a year ago that by April I would be able to look at a photo of Butch and feel no heart wrenching loss. I would look at it and think 'Yes, I knew him!' Nothing could be further from the truth. (In fact I have been testing that theory at least once a week since April and nup, still not happening!) I don't expect it to either. What we had was so special, I won't be surprised if I still feel this way as I take my last breath. And you know what? That's okay, because that's my choice and my journey. I don't have to conform to anyone else's perception of how my grief should progress, I just have to be true to me.
I have found it difficult at times because most of the people I met haven't lost their partner, or knew what it was like to lose such an integral part of yourself. They had much advice, but I found it hard to take them seriously when they hadn't experienced a loss like mine. Lots of peple told me how great I was doing and how strong I was, but that was obviously their perception because I have been falling apart inside for what seems like forever.
Don't get me wrong I have also met some wonderful people who knew how hard it was to pick up the pieces after Butch passed and they were an inspiration to me. They shone a bright light into the dark tunnel that was my life and helped me move forward. I hope you have had 'angels of light' on your grieving expedition and know how awe-inspiring they can be, with their encouragement and support.
Hope & Encouragement