I’d like to report that things are just peachy around here and I’m getting on with life, but really I am beginning to understand what a fair amount of folks who have been through similar tragedies have told me: the second year is harder than the first.
I think my first year, although tough and sad and crazy in many ways, was also a year of denial. Denial that my living standards will have to change. Denial that perhaps I won’t be able to afford to live in the house I love, send my kids to the school we all love or remain self employed, which I really love. More potential for loss after such huge loss is terrifying. Continue reading “Beyond Denial”