Grief is selfish. The feelings that grief can emanate are all consuming. It is something you feel, on your own. Maybe I should rephrase to say that grief is selfish for me; I can’t speak for everyone. When I’m in the throes of my sorrow, or even the boys’ sorrow, it is all about us. How we’re feeling. How we’re coping. We work through it. We try not to burden others with it. We try to keep it just for us. We try to be strong when we enter the real world with other people.

Yesterday was a day of grief for us. Maybe more so me than the boys, but any time they see me sad and crying, they tend to join in, in one way or another. I woke up yesterday feeling broken. I tried to distract myself with cleaning (my least favorite task) but came across my wedding album and being the daft twit that I am, decided to flip through it. A couple of things came to mind – 1. we looked genuinely happy (even though I tried to call off my wedding the night before but that’s another story for another day). B. I couldn’t help but get angry, looking at how genuinely happy we looked, to the point where I “punched” Ash in the face (well, I punched his picture in the face) because he’s not here trudging through this life with me as promised. To be fair, he trudged as long as he could. I guess it’s not his fault his time was cut short. 3. The anger led to acute sadness. And that’s where my feelings remained for the duration of the day.

My dad stopped by. I cried on him. And he hugged me. And it was so nice. I went to my parents house for the afternoon so that I didn’t have to be alone (not that I’m alone because I always have the boys, but I needed adult companionship, adult conversation and honestly, I just needed my mom) and I let the sadness completely fill me and I let it out on my parent’s front porch. Silent tears poured down my face. It’s such a combination of so many feelings, this grief. I obviously mourn the loss of Ash – I miss him. There’s also so much fear. Will I feel this way forever? Will our new normal ever feel normal? Of course, our new normal keeps getting more and more abnormal thanks to ‘rona so that’s fun. Will I always be this lonely? I guess the only way to do it is to go through it. But man, is going through it exhausting. I know the answers to all of my questions. I know that time heals all wounds, or some such bullshit. Which is bullshit, I don’t think some wounds ever completely heal. You just learn how to live with a limp, so to speak.

I also had one of the best day’s I can remember having since losing Ash on Saturday. It started with an ass kicking workout followed by a fantastic beach day with my boys. We played paddle ball (we suck at paddle ball), we threw the football until my shoulder ached and fingers went numb, the boys got in the frigid cold water. We left sun kissed, tired and filled with a sense of peace. We filled our bellies with delicious takeout and then we watched one of our most favorite movies ever, Trolls. It was just a perfect day. And I think that’s what led to yesterday.

Ash wasn’t there for our perfect day. We had a perfect day without Ash. We will continue to have perfect days. But they might always be followed up with a hangover of sadness because life does go on. We move on. March forward. We continue to love, we laugh, and some days really do feel perfect. And some days don’t.

And when they don’t, it’s so easy to shut everyone out. I ignored phone calls yesterday, text messages. I didn’t want to let anyone in. I didn’t want anyone to know how shitty I was feeling, how down and out I was. I just wanted to let myself feel every last drop of sadness. I wanted to hug my parents and let them take care of me and the boys, if only for the afternoon because I needed that love, that acceptance and that time. Because grief is selfish.