tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918105604270007470.post366799139423592977..comments2023-10-09T15:47:14.355-04:00Comments on And you may ask yourself-well...how did I get here?: "Real Life"Starhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18241931590875029855noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6918105604270007470.post-54252690402588828822009-05-07T02:18:00.000-04:002009-05-07T02:18:00.000-04:00It probably took at least a year or two--if not mo...It probably took at least a year or two--if not more--before the reality of my "new" life finally sunk in. I remember at 6 months out waiting for "reality" to set it, to finally really "get" that Charley was dead and never coming back. And in all honesty, it probably took 2-3 years before that portion of the realization to sink in. At 6 months out, the "reality" that hit me was that, crap, this grief was real. This shit really was my life now.<br /><br />It sucks when you start feeling like that. I *still* have bouts of "in my real life" vertigo, even at almost 4 years out, where I simply can quite comprehend how this happened, how the last 4 years really occurred, how he really and truly is dead and will never, ever come back.<br /><br />Those moments still suck when I have them, but thankfully they're not nearly as overwhelming as they were in the first year post-widowhood. Hang in there. It'll get better eventually, I promise.<br /><br />Hugs,<br />CandiceCandicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11637366044613952294noreply@blogger.com