Grief is REAL. It comes when you least expect it. After 4 months my tears have slowed. Then I am caught off guard over a bruise on my hand. My mom would always get bruised when she would have to give blood. I apparently do too. I cried because I couldn’t go home and show her the bruise. Really? Over a bruise? Very early on in this new season, that began on September 19th, 2011, I decided I wasn’t going to candy coat this REAL journey. This REAL pain.
I pray I have helped, and not scared away, readers. Being REAL can also be scary.

Being REAL can also heal. /stop

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