One year ago. Just a short 5 months after this photo was taken (7 months ago exactly today) we’d get a call that said he would be moving 3 days later. 💔
I’ve immersed myself in work in this season; part of me thinks it’s a coping mechanism. I rarely allow space for myself to think about the hardest season we’ve ever been in. But I’ve learned that you never know when the grief wave will show up, but when it does, there’s no hiding in your room pretending you’re not home.
It only knocks and patiently waits for you to open the door for a short time until it busts the door down and demands to be felt.