I’ve been tired and while there are many factors that could be, and probably are, contributing to my fatigue, I think the main culprit is grief. I say this without any doubt: grief is work.
There was the grief we experienced when we knew my Mom’s days were limited, and when we thought she was going to pass that weekend, or that weekend and then when she finally did pass. There’s the grief during the celebration of life service and the details that had to be arranged. There’s the grief in the legalities. Grief in the kind sentiments from relatives, neighbours, friends and sometimes almost strangers. There’s the grief in the distance between when you last hugged her and were hugged back and now. There’s the grief in the day to day tugs and pulls of little ones and your spouse and the life that you’ve gone back to that is supposed to be normal.
It’s tiring. It’s work. It’s hard.
[written Dec. 11, 2017 for #write31days in October]