gregsmom
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My Greg was 20 years old when a drunk driver took Greg's life, along with his own. That was 16 years ago. Yes, I survived...barely. I learned a very important, but hard, lesson along the way. One I would have never chosen. When Greg first died and for years after, all I wanted was to have him back. No matter how many graces and blessings came to me, I swatted them away. I didn't want condolences, or hugs or much to do with people. This removed me from the grieving process [what an awful technical term for such a personal process] and soon it seems as if Greg had never been real. He felt like a somewhat familiar person from a past life...if there is such a thing. I had grown hard-hearted and had no gratitude for anything. That was blasphemy. As I choose again; not to be diminished by Greg's death but to be enriched by his life, things began to change. Truthfully, I still "fake it till I make it" but I am more grateful and joyful now. Little things. Big things. Beautiful things. Silly things. They now all bring a cargo of joy. When I stoped demanding, and accepted the splendor there is in this life...Greg didn’t return, but I came back.
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