I've been told the second year of loss is a quieter year. I've also been told it is a more difficult year. Four months into year two, and I can tell you it is both.
It is quieter. I haven't written here for some time. There really hasn't been much to say. We moved. We took Kellen to college. We struggled a bit with a new school system and routine. We settled. We've had some fun times. We've had some hard times. We put one foot in front of the other. . . blah, blah, blah. It is life, our new normal I guess.
But it is difficult....
I could almost copy and paste my post from June, Beneath the Busy Surface, here now. It isn't so busy. We've gotten a little more family structure and discipline, but there remains that underlying feeling of being off balance and of loneliness.
