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Old men ought to be explorers
Here and there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
["East Coker" from the Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot]
[Originally published on December 2, 2020]
Out of the blue, it hit. Hit me hard. I felt so deflated, sucked of energy. So much so I had to take a day off work that Wednesday, just to regroup.
Seemed so strange to me, as it had never happened quite like this before. Because that Wednesday, Dec. 2nd, was 15 years to the day that my husband, Steve, had been called home to be with his Lord.
Maybe it was because 15 years seemed like some sort of milestone. I really don’t know. All I knew was, I had to take a step back from the normal tempo of daily life. And pause to ponder, experience, and live through all that was seeping up from inside. I guess it’s true that even after all this time, grief takes you on its own...
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