My grief counsellor called to check in today. She and I are friendly (she knew my husband before we ever went to her for help). We had a nice little visit - it was good to check in.
When she asked me how things were going and how I was doing, I just said we were doing well. Which is fine - it's true. But with regards to my grief: it is still there. Obviously. She knows that, and I know that.
How many times can you really say the same thing? I miss C. And I stare at his brother, sometimes, and wonder how alike they would have been. The same? Polar opposites?
I look at that sweet, chubby, peach-fuzzy, little cheek and I remember staring at another such cheek.
But, then, she already knows that. I've said it all before.
How many times can you really say the same thing over and over and not have it sound boring and redundant?