Dear T,
I haven’t published a letter for a few days. It’s not that I didn’t try but I keep hitting roadblocks. I start one, rework it and then delete it.
Let me start this one is a poem of sorts that my friend Julia Hewitt sent me via Facebook and see it that inspires me…
I think this is where I am… I don’t see myself as pushing through this grieving period to get to another side, but rather
to I’m trying to absorb, adjust, accept and find a new way of seeing, a new way of defining myself.
I remember you a lot, I think about you a lot. I talk about you a lot. I wake up every morning in tears but I am not suffering through tsunamis as often.
I’m feeling better as I get ready to pack for my first journey to Israel without you.
I don’t have more to say right now and I do want to get back to the digital piece that I would like to finish before I leave for Israel.
Miss You T,
Bonnie S.
Digital Bonnie 
I am thinking of you. And re-reading the poem with Tuvia and you in mind.
😍
Grief is endured, so true. You continue to evolve through this as you accept, adjust, and absorb. The poem says it best.
Agreed
The poem says it beautifully, at least for me, Bonnie. It’s a good gift from your friend. I try not to compare with others too much. We are all different, our lives are/have been varied. The grief is still a part of my life, who I am now, and I still live my life, in joy and in sadness, for myself, and for others. Hugs again for sharing your own journey.
This sharing keeps me grounded and sane 😍