Good Grief!

Time heals all things..... we've heard this often.

Time heals a broken heart...

Time heals a grieving heart...

Time heals wounds...

Yes, this is true.

A few days ago I wrote a blog post about intense emotions that were consuming me. Intense sadness, grief, loss and a mixture of other confusing emotions..

As time passes, I find that there is slowly but surely healing. As much as it hurt to let the "dam burst", I am thankful the resistance was overcome because it started something within me I can only describe as healing.

So it seems that grief can be good.... even though difficult.

I hope these days/weeks have changed me to be a more caring, compassionate and understanding woman.

I feel I have so much love to give and share to others but haven't felt the freedom to let it out as I wish..... maybe now there will be more liberty in this.

Grief is good..... even though so very hard.

Once again, so thankful for each and every one who has touched me, who has reached out with kinds words, a hug or a note.... you have no idea what it has meant... I am beyond thankful.

Time will heal.... but I am forever changed.

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