
Nine months ago I didn't even believe I would survive this long. And yet here I am. I hold onto that fact when the grief overwhelms me again. God brought me through those awful first days and weeks, He's going to bring me through these moments as well.
I feel only marginally more prepared for this life now, although I feel like I've changed a lot. I dreamed recently that Kevin came back with a vague sense of how much time had passed, but no real memory of being dead. He was really confused by how much I had changed. He was exactly the same, and he didn't understand why my reactions and emotions were so different. I didn't feel like Kevin was actually present; this was just a dream where my mind was working through the changes, giving myself permission to accept that I'm never going to be the same.