I took another step on the Grief Journey yesterday. Eleven days short of the 18 month anniversary of Marilyn's death, I disabled and deleted her email account. Everyday, I would go into her email box, see 15 to 20 ads and pieces of junk email, and I would delete it. She hadn't received a piece of meaningful email since 2021, and yesterday, I decided it was time for that to end. msproule@verizon.net is no more.
Seems like a tiny little detail that should be no big deal, but if that was the case, why did it take me 18 months to do it, and why can I not stop thinking about doing it?
It just seems that the smallest steps are sometimes the hardest ones to take.
Your grief journey on your time. Here for you anytime.
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