I'm feeling really good right now. Not sure why. My grief seems to travel according to it's own schedule. Strangely, it has nothing to do with my mood. It's like I've grown a new emotional capacity called grief, separate, of course linked, but separate from the ones I already had. I'm adjusting to it.
Henry's fifth birthday is next week.
I'm not in serious grieving mode, but every time I think of it I all but burst into tears.
I don't expect it to be a pleasant day. Maybe we'll be able to spend it in happy memories, but I kinda doubt it.
poign ant, adv.
a. Profoundly moving; touching: a poignant memory.
b. Physically painful.
c. Keenly distressing to the mind or feelings.