I woke up in tears this morning.
I dreamt that I was kissing and embracing my son, Luijoe. In my dream, he smiled and smirked as I smacked him on the lips and cheeks. Waves of happiness filled me. Joy lifted my heart. I felt like a white balloon, floating in bliss.
Then “POP POP”
March 7 is our 28th year anniversary. We ‘ve always celebrated it ever since we became steadies on March 7, 1978, way back during our carefree college days. I know steadies is such an obsolete word. What do kids call it these days?
And so 28 years ago, we looked like this:
After being online for the past 10 years, I felt it was time to start a blog. Not that blogs are commonplace but I felt I have a lot to share especially with regards to my grief journey and the transformation that has taken place in the past year.
I chose joy over sadness. It is said that grief is inevitable but misery is optional. I realized that it did no good to sit in my misery pit. It does no good for the loss of my son to lead to the loss of two.
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