Hello, yes, it has been a while

I've been told many times that grief comes in waves, but no one warned me about the under tow. I've been underwater in my grief journey for almost two months now. It was all I could do to keep my nose out of the water to get a breath here and there.

On Friday, I finished the first draft of "Blessed By Discovery", book #10. I started writing that book in December of 2022. It has been a long road to get the story out of my mind and on to the screen, and I think the story is what pulled me out of the under tow.

It was a big week. I went to a retiree luncheon, and saw many people for the first time since Cecil died. As I anticipated, there was someone there that did not know he had died, so I had to share that news. I made it through though.

This morning, I went to a race that Cecil and I loved, and had done together many times. I was the first female race walker, and my trophy is pictured above. One day at a time, one step at a time, I am figuring out life without Cecil. I miss him so very much.

While my head is above water, I will try to post more regularly. If I get dragged under again, there will be a long silence.

I have no map to follow, no way to predict what the next phase of this journey will look like. All I can promise is that I will keep trying to move forward. I will keep trying to live a life that honors the life and the love Cecil and I shared.

And I accept that I cannot predict what will produce a wave of grief that will bowl me over and catch me in its undertow.

But I will keep on swimming until I get back to the surface.