At age 24 when I took on her care, I kept telling myself how I wasn't equipped to handle getting my mom in a nursing home before she was 50.
As years have passed, my grief has dulled around the edges but still can wound in the happiest of times like my wedding, or even with day-to-day work.
The other day I was picking my dog up from daycare (she goes 1-2 times a week for socialization) and one of the workers walked past me and said “I like your dress!
I saw this quote recently, and it sums up how grief has felt to me past couple of years:
Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love.