Four months ago today I was knocking on the door to Jolene's apartment.
I didn't remember that this is "anniversary week" until this afternoon.
After one month--I was still very much in shock. On the one hand, numb, on the other, every feeling totally exposed.
After two months--I had survived the burial of Jolene's ashes and a difficult Mother's Day.
After three months--we had moved Jolene's things into our apartment and were struggling with the daily visual reminders.
After four months--I think of Jolene each and every day. She jumps into my mind, sharp and clear, memories of the good times we shared flooding me for brief periods. A word, phrase, sound, smell, prompt tears. But interspersed with those moments of intense grief are times of quiet joy. I am no longer seeking to survive for today, I am actually looking forward to tomorrow.
I wonder what another month will bring.