It is good to have people who understand us enough that we can share our thoughts or troubles with and they can give us objective input. I recently told my Griefshare leader about my square peg/round hole dilemma. She said that I am normal. I don’t know if I should be happy about that. I am different, I am not sure who I have become, but normal is not a word that came to my mind.

What is normal anyway? I won’t even begin to delve into that deep subject here. Notice I have not said new normal. There is a point in grief where you latch on to your new normal as a drowning man grabs a life preserver. But in time that new normal just becomes normal.

So here I am. A cup of coffee on a hot afternoon and call what I am living normal. Whee!


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