Mowing the Lawn

 My first day back at work from vacation. I'm sparing some time for a short entry. Since I last wrote, I've been reminded of a memory. Less than a week after Andrew died, I was out mowing the lawn. A friend walked by, whose children were the same age. She said I'm so sorry and I collapsed in her arms. I said, " I still have to mow the lawn. It's crazy but the lawn still has to be mowed."She just listened, cried and shared some pain of her own. And then, she walked on and I mowed the lawn.

It's what life requires sometimes...just keep moving. I had a day on the day of Andrew's passing. My whole family made Andrew proud that day. And if I still collapse into tears and will do for the rest of my life, that's okay. That's grief. That's loss.