Saturday marked nine months since Kevin died. Nine months. That's a long time, and yet it's not. Sometimes I look at pictures where Kevin has his arm around me, and I can still feel him there. And sometimes it feels so long ago and far away. When the holidays got here and people were exclaiming that the year went by so fast, I didn't say anything. It didn't go by fast for me. It crawled by in excruciating detail.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.
