Coming up on the three month anniversary of my Mother's passing "time" has been nothing but an enemy.
People say time heals us. Over time it will get better and even easier. But what is easier? Easier to work, sleep or talk about it? I find with time it has become harder. Each day that passes is just another day, another reminder she isn't coming back. It is another day that her voice fades deeper and deeper into my memory - scaring me into thinking one day it will be lost.
Perhaps time pushes the wounds so deep into our bodies we become numb to the pain. We put on a smile over time so we don't fall away to our own grief.
Time doesn't heal our grief, it doesnt heal our wounds - these will always be there. But, perhaps it helps us accept, helps us grow into a person with a different outlook and teaches us to how to carry on.
