This never-ending cold and allergy crap has managed to stir
up pneumonia and I am back on antibiotics.
The good news is that I have breathing treatments and O2 already here at
home and with today's antibiotics, it will be just a few days before I am back to
normal…
Then I realized that “back to normal” is what I have been
expecting my life to return to. That I
would eventually get used to Skip’s death and sometime soon my life would go
back to normal. Normal, for me, means back
to the way things used to be. I now
understand that my life will never again be like it used to be. It can’t be. Skip
is gone and my life will never be the same.
Somehow, some way I have to learn to take the loss of the
future I thought I was going to have, and take my love and my scars and move
forward, it won’t be the normal I have been trying so desperately to return to,
it will be different. I have no idea what my “new normal” will look like and
there are times that it is just plain frightening and overwhelming. I need to
quit beating myself up for not getting back to normal.
"By Your Side" Ben Taylor
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