Sometimes it’s the things that are supposed to calm and help heal you most that cause the greatest tears. I had my first individual grief counseling session today. The therapist was great. He had his say and helped direct things, but he let me talk. I suppose that’s where the trouble started…
Don’t get me wrong. It was therapeutic. I got things off my chest. But the thing about grief is that you can get thoughts “off your chest” — only momentarily. Those thoughts and memories stick with you. Like a boomerang, no matter how far off your chest you manage to heave those memories and thoughts, they’re coming back at you pretty quickly. I suppose that’s good. I need my memories, both the good and the bad. The joyful and the painful are both part of who Micah was–the human being that was the son I loved so much.
No other deep thoughts tonight, just a desire to sleep. Good night everyone. Good night Micah.