Yesterday, I drove on some country roads that I traveled every week, when I was caring for my mother in Milwaukee. I was in Port Washington, where I often stopped to buy food and flowers for Mom.
This time was peaceful and beautiful in its own way, not sad anymore. I saw sheep in a field. I simply got my hair cut at Cost Cutters, had a veggie salad at Subway, and bought groceries at Sentry. For me, one aspect about grief and recovery is that simple life means the world.