The boys don’t think they need it. I know we all do. They say 1 day, I say the whole weekend.
So off we go to Grief Camp. It’s time, the newness of life without John is wearing off. I am making decisions the boys don’t like, getting the feedback “Dad would have done it differently”.
And guess what? I can’t disagree. I can guarantee that he and I, like most parent wouldn’t see eye to eye on everything. Yet the reality is, he isn’t here and I am doing the best I can..
Never saw it coming, that the two of them would side against me. So that adds a different element as well. Time to let some feelings out. Time to secure a few strategies for keeping them out. Time for confessing that this life isn’t always fun.
Whether you are 50, 15 or 11, it will be a good experience. We have to deal in order to heal.