Waiting

I feel like I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I'm okay right now.  There is a deep ache inside me that reminds me our babe is gone.  But I'm doing okay.  Day to day I don't feel the overwhelming sadness I did in the days after.  But, I know it's there.  I know at some point it's going to roll back over me. 

I'm still taking things a day at a time.  But... I almost feel normal.  How can that even be?  I know that I'm not back to my normal.  Because how can anything be the same as it was before?  But I'm able to contain my grief.  At least for the moment.

I'm sure this is just part of my grieving process.  I've come to accept that you do what you have to do get through the day.  Everyone's journey of grief is different and each person heals in their own way.

I just feel like I've skipped a step somehow.