"Grief Sucks. Life moves on." I recently read this. And, yes, indeed, grief does suck, and life does move on. Eventually, even those dear to you grow weary of hearing about your grief.
Certainly, I have experienced a lot of grief in the last few years. As has my daughter, and friends; my sisters. At some point, however, it's time to turn my attention to other things and to reengage life. My recent experience with my own possible demise was a stark reminder of how quickly everything I take for granted can be taken away. Either my health condition, a car accident, a random act of violence, or some other catastrophe (just ask them in California or Kentucky).
My doctor says it is likely that I won't feel quite myself again until November or December. The body takes a long time to heal. In the meantime, I try to keep up with the laundry, the house cleaning, the meal making. I've scheduled a carpet replacement for my small living room. I prefer hard flooring, so I've engaged a company who will rip up the wall to wall and lay down some vinyl. I'll hire another group to move everything out of the living room and into the garage for a couple of days, then move it all back. I won't lift a finger except to write the check.
A few days after that is complete, I am hosting two friends who will entertain us with their songs. They are making their way across the western states performing house concerts. Jaeger and Reid, they are, and if you're interested you can Google them. I had set this up with them well before my stomach surgery. I am somewhat tempted to cancel because of the perceived amount of work involved, but really, my part is small and doable (order cookies and drinks for intermission), and I would love to sit and listen to their music with my friends and neighbors. It's something positive. I want positive.
What does life still have waiting for you? What is the next adventure?