Lonely

This morning I was lonely. I struggle to get myself out of bed during the week, and now that it's the weekend I was wide awake around 5 a.m. Luckily, I managed to get out of bed without waking Tim or the dogs. But that left me awake, and alone. Henry used to be my morning companion. He was more than happy to wake at 5, eat a little, and then play. I spent some time watching videos of him playing, thankful that I have these memories, but missing him so much.

Grief itself is lonely. No one else can accompany you on the journey. People can certainly support you, and walk by your side. But they can't make the journey for you. Perhaps that's why I find myself retreating. However, I'm incredibly thankful to have so many people by my side on this journey...it makes it a little less lonely.