How Grief Began

A few years ago, when my wife died suddenly from a heart condition we didn’t know she had, each night I wrote in my journal about what was going on with grief. I did this to keep me sane, and I did this to force me to deal with my grief instead of hiding it away where it would fester and grow worse. Slowly I began to notice small movements back towards life. Evelyn was in her forties. Her death still seems wrong, and I struggle to accept it. 

Journal Entry 1                    

This morning Ev nudged me awake at 5 a.m. to get up for work, and she went back to sleep. Mid-morning a call comes at work that tells me she has suffered some physical problem, but they don’t know what, only that she is being taken to the hospital.

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