Grief is a funny thing.
We can be fine for days, weeks, months, and even years. Then in a moment a song or smell transports us back to a memory of what was lost.
This is what happened to me recently.
I was going through music for worship services. A particular hymn came up, and I was instantly transported to my first wedding. My ex had chosen this music for the ceremony.
The irony of the moment is how the lyrics of that beautiful old, hymn were the opposite of my ex’s behavior. She would have been well-served living by the words in that hymn.
My point is that it has been over a decade since I was divorced from my cheater. Yet I still have moments like these.
No shame in that.
It just means I am human and truly invested myself in my first marriage. The loss was and is real.
