Not EVER did I think blogging on a Full Moon just to blog for fun on a schedule, for at least I can write once a month I said to myself , on a full moon…
Little did I know I would be grieving each time a Full Moon appears. I think I’ll be mourning on every Full Moon for the foreseeable future of full moons to come.
Today, 3/28/21, on A Full Moon, marks two months since my Michael left my world. I keep thinking he just slipped away or stepped out…to come back…I know, deny, deny, deny. I can’t accept no less…as they say, “No body, No Crime”?
Well, No Funeral, No Death. That’s what I’m saying. I’m one of 100’s of Thousands…thanks, COVID.
Last night’s pre-full moon caught me by surprise. As I no longer follow this year’s daily events of local & World current news or 2021 calendar. I’m still pretty much stuck in January 28, 2021. Everyday is Groundhog Day. As in the movie.
But, as I was in the bedroom, that I no longer have the strength to occupy….I was struck how the moonlight hit the bedroom floor. It’s empty. No bed…got rid of it, among other things, yet, I was compel to lay down on the carpet floor where the moon’s light shined.
Thinking…all these years. The Moon in all it phases shined. Right here in this spot, where HE last laid. Did he see and feel it? Did it look like this? I cried. I just laid there crying until I fell asleep. He loves the moon, As much as I did. Will it ever get easy to view our Moon? I think, not.
Two months to the day…on Full Moons. Torture! No wonder my mind plays tricks on me. Grieving and mourning…It IS brutal.
They say, Grieving is an illness. The Mourner is ill. Till when?
Seems until Forever. I wish this on no one. Yet, All will suffer it…one way or another.
Every Full Moon will be Bitter-sweet from now going forward. And, if I am able…I’ll keep blogging for the rest of the year under a Full Moon, that is if I Live through This.
Ah, SO…“ Dramatic”….I, know. At least I’m still, Something.
Until, the Next Full Moon.
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