The Anniversaries of Death
It's been 436 days since Eric passed away. One year and two months. 62 weeks and 1 day. To be honest, I'm not sure some days how we got this far. A part of me "knows" but a part of me does not. In those early days and weeks, two pieces of advice became a profound stepping stone on this journey. First, do not make any major decisions during the first year of losing a loved one. The second was "do the next thing". I remember hearing the first one from the priest at my local Parish. Trust me, I wanted to take my boys and run away. To where? I don't know. I felt like I wanted to run and run and run. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I wanted to be anywhere but here (then, in that present moment). The second piece of advice I heard at a grief support group. One of the lovely people there was recounting the beginning days for herself and how she had heard that advice. "Do the next thing". If that next thing was to brush your teeth, the