Nitty Gritty Dirty Grief

My Two Suitors

I am a woman with two suitors.

Last night I fixed a lovely meal and rented Iron Man 2 to watch with Hubby.

I didn’t think I would like Iron Man 2 but I love my hubby and he has been wanting to see it……ahh, the sacrifices we make.

But instead, My Grief entered around 8:00….uninvited, unwanted, and picked me up, carried me into Samantha’s room and placed me on her bed.

And I cried. I cried in the company of My Grief who had become huge and overpowering….apparently feeling like I had neglected him for a bit too long.

I cried myself to sleep.

Hubby came in after my cry with Grief and escorted me to bed.

“I love you,” he said as I drifted off.

He had rescued me….just as the princess is rescued from the dragon’s claws. He confronted My Grief, my huge, over-powering, Iron-Man-night-ruining Grief and took me back.

Grief can be a mighty monster to challenge. We’ll watch Iron Man 2 tonight.

6 thoughts on “My Two Suitors”

  1. Heather, I am almost relieved when you write so boldly and honestly about your grief. I'm not sure how you're doing it — living your life so gloriously, allowing Grief to settle in for a bit and then watching it go. I am sorry. I send you love and peace and continued courage.


  2. Love you Heather! I guess Grief didn't feel like sharing and wanted his turn. It must be so hard when he shows up, but I suppose there is an element of lovely as he escorts you to her pretty rooom, to remind you of her perfection and sweetness.


  3. ((())) and tears; I wish those eased your grief, to know that others feel for you, care for you, and cry with you. Lots of hugs and tears. I hope you got to watch the movie with your husband and had a moment where grief was held at bay.


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