This Fragile Grief Journey Continues
It's been almost a month since I packed up and moved from our home to my new home. The beginning of my story is much happier... Sam and I were married 32 years ago in a small restaurant by the Fox River in Geneva, Illinois. All my friends were there and Sam's parents came. I was terrified! Sam was calm, as always, and I knew the moment I saw him that he was the one! We worked through immigration and lived the first seven months of our marriage apart: he in Vancouver, Melissa and I in Geneva, Illinois. Eventually we packed a moving van and our new family moved to North Vancouver where Sam's mom, dad, sister and cousins helped us unpack and settle into a small co-op apartment. It was beyond frightening moving away from my job, friends and familiar surroundings. It's almost as if history is repeating itself with moving away from our home to this new place I plan to call home. Fast forward to today... I've been asked by...