After the death of her father, my daughter asked me what she was supposed to feel like. What is normal? She felt like she was putting her grief in a box and shoving it away. How can anyone answer that question? Your grief will be different than mine. It may be longer or shorter. It may be easier or rougher. We are all different, but we do all go through the same stages of recovery even if for some, the stages are so mild we hardly recognize going through them.
Three months after his death, we were still struggling. Inappropriate words came out of our mouths. Lack of understanding and poor communication resulted in anger and hurt. We were highly susceptible to colds and fatigue. When does this end, we wanted to know. No voice came from above to answer us. We had to rely on our faith that it will get better and give each other the time each of us still needs.