Much like the picture above where we only see his legs at the bow of the canoe, I know that Scott is off-camera somewhere, floating as if on the water. I’m floating, too. Each day I feel a little more grounded in reality. But each day also has its moments of feeling the depth of the ocean of sorrow his death left me with.
Has it really been 4 months already? Time has no power when you’re in grief’s limbo land. One minute you are laughing with a friend. The next you realize you haven’t laughed in a long time. Then you remember why not. It takes as long as it takes. I’m getting there gradually, taking my time. There is no need to rush.