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Eight Bras and Counting...

I'm slowly crawling through this grief journey trying to figure out what to do with myself after 10 years as nurse, caregiver, wife. A very large part of my life is just empty. Gone. And it just doesn't feel real to me. I am lost, a feeling that a close friend recently told me will last about two years. I can't imagine.
So. I'm wandering through this fog trying to regain my footing as best I can. Trying to bring some order to my life I'm picking up the rubble of the days when the fog was too thick to navigate. The bras. They're everywhere. Hanging on clothes hooks, towel racks and door knobs. I don't know how I ended up with so many bras in the first place. And I'm still counting.... #griefjourney

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