I tend to not make New Year’s resolutions, but I do believe in goals. One of them is to post here more often again. I got away from writing entries once I had a handle on the grief I felt over my parents’ deaths.
I watched a movie called “Rabbit Hole” yesterday, and it dealt with a mother and father coping with the accidental death of their young son. At one point in the movie, the grandmother told her daughter that grief never really goes away. It only becomes more manageable. She likened it to carrying a brick around in your pocket. Sometimes you can go about your business and not notice the brick, and then other times you take the brick out and touch it, feel it, and acknowledge it.
I am not ready to turn my grief for my dog into a brick. I miss her so badly right now.
