Love & Loss: The Beginning

The time came. My beloved crossed over to the other side 6 Saturdays ago.

I am confident he is in the space of love, light, and pure joy. He is free. He is home.

We celebrate his life on the 7th Saturday after he left this earth.  It’s been a harrowing, bittersweet, and unpredictable journey of arranging things, writing things, crying, yelling, being mad, being sad, being nothing, being tired, being wired, being grateful...  And I’m only at the beginning.

I hold my grief and the grief of our two children. 

Grief, I know, is unpredictable.  My grief thus far has been jumping out at me from behind the corners I don’t see. Many f-bombs have been dropped…

My heart is warm and full of the love and support I have received from you through your emails, texts, and calls. I feel the love from every single one of you, and  I am deeply grateful. Thank you.

I am writing a lot.  There is much to say about my husband, about love, loss, death, grief, and the role Spirit has played in my life and his life and transition. Writing is my salvation; writing something that helps one person is worth the pain of expression.

I’ve no announcement of when I will be opening my books again, but I wanted to say hello and thank you all for being with me on this path.  I feel like I’ve been shaken up in a snow globe, and I appreciate you all bearing witness. 

My beloved is with me when I call him and even when I don’t. I think I am lucky that way. I am grateful we had the love we had for as long as we had it, and our connection is not lost; it has only changed. This has become my mantra when the heavy cloak of melancholy wraps around me.

Thanks for listening.

With love and gratitude,

Julie.

❤️🦚 ❤️