“Oh, wow, I love your lipstick. That color looks great on you!” “Thank you,” Anessa said to the saleswoman with a quiet smile, gripping my leg. “You have quite the fashionista on your hands.” “You have no idea. She had tooth fairy money and all she wanted to spend it on was make-up.” This was now the third time I had delivered a similar line, and we were only in our second store.
Oh Kelly, how I relate to the sticky film of grief. My mom passed almost two years ago. I spent the first year in shock, and much of this second year with chronic, albeit treatable illness (I'm waiting patiently for its grip to release me). No doubt grief lowers the immune system, especially the sneaky kind as you felt with the click of your seatbelt.
Some people just swim down and acquiesce, but I'm not going to do that. You and your husband clearly have decided not to as well. Sending all the best, and hugs. Thank you for your words. With much Gratitude 💕
Oh Kelly, how I relate to the sticky film of grief. My mom passed almost two years ago. I spent the first year in shock, and much of this second year with chronic, albeit treatable illness (I'm waiting patiently for its grip to release me). No doubt grief lowers the immune system, especially the sneaky kind as you felt with the click of your seatbelt.
Some people just swim down and acquiesce, but I'm not going to do that. You and your husband clearly have decided not to as well. Sending all the best, and hugs. Thank you for your words. With much Gratitude 💕