Day 99

It feels weird to be happy. I guess I just didn’t expect to feel this kind of contentment so soon after losing Mom and maybe I also expected my grief journey to be much like the one I had when my grandma died, tumultuous, chaotic, and just grasping for anything to hang on to. It’s not that I haven’t had those same feelings since Mom died, but I think I expected the chaos to last longer. I don’t know if that makes any sense. I think the biggest difference between the two is that I have a much bigger and stronger support system now.