A Little Bit Easier
It’s been one week since we said goodbye to Ripken. I won’t lie…this past week (and the one prior) have been grueling. Grief is a bitch. But I am finding that each day gets a little bit easier. There are still moments that wash over me that feel really hard. Like I have an open wound that is quite raw and vulnerable. But the stretches of time between those moments are growing. And for that I am grateful. I’m also reflecting on all the good that Ripken brought to our lives, the funny things he would do, the little stories that made up his life. And that feels good and right. To remember him in the fondest of ways and with the unconditional love he so freely gave to us.
In other but related news, I got my first pair of cowboy boots and they are certainly helping to put a little kick back into my step. How could they not?!?! I mean, really…Hearts. And wings. On my boots. Wearing these is a little bit of self-care my thirsty soul is drinking up.
Thank you all for your notes of support and the kindness you shared with me here on the blog and Facebook in the wake of Ripken’s passing. It gave me solace in more ways than I could ever express. Much love. xoxo
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