I don’t know what to tell you: grief week 12

Posted on by Noelle Campbell

 

There was a crazy storm here the week of the 9th. It was calm, then windy like a tornado, then crazy calm again. The lights went out, sirens were blaring everywhere, and I rad had at my husband because he’d been short with me. But with the crazy calm silence I couldn’t stop the thought: what if something happened to him? I don’t know if I can live through being a widow again. I should surely be suicidal. That is my biggest fear. I don’t think about it add often anymore, but every once in a while it will hit me. It could happen again.

The big beautiful sky can be clear and blue one moment, then the wind picks up and things start falling down.  And when it’s all done, there’s nothing  to do but clean up and start over.

It seems unfair somehow – so random and final.  But that is life and death, I suppose, and there’s nothing you can do about it.  Nothing at all but look at the damage, try to remove it and heal all the scars so that no one can tell it ever happened.

Published by Noelle Campbell

This blog is about my life and how I see things. I write, I think, I dream, I do. I used to write a lot of fantasy until I realized I was living one. I was married to a deaf-blind Hobbit in a realm we created together. He passed away in 2014, but our life was interesting enough I think you might like it too.