There is no timeline for grief; we grieve for as long as we need.
My timeline, however, has a new update: I am no longer in any kind of active grief.
I think I’ve been here for a while now, but I am only just now making this realization.
Don’t get me wrong – “grief waves” will always be a thing, and I will always be hurt by Bret’s exit. But the wounds are no longer fresh.
They are scars now. Not even bright, shiny red scars. They’re faded and becoming more level with my skin.
These scars don’t stick out much at all anymore and can easily blend in with the other, decorated parts of me.
There was once a time when I didn’t want to reach this level of healing. I wanted to be “married” to my grief – I even remember saying as much to myself. I thought that it was my way of staying connected to Bret, and I felt like I would want that forever.
It turns out that I didn’t want that.
I wanted to thrive and live while I still could, and as soon as I was clear on that, then that’s exactly what I did.
This doesn’t mean I have forgotten him – I could never.
It just means that my grief is in the rearview; my future, straight ahead.
And with each passing day, my scars fade even more.

