The Space Between in 2017

Friday night I dreamed of Ivy. I cant place specifics, but I remember her in my arms as if she was never out of them. Tears are near just thinking about that. I miss that girl something fierce. My grief is in a corner somewhere, cast aside to bigger issues at hand. Matt. Mom. Daily life. Sometimes I wonder if this is ‘it’. I didnt feel ‘done’ grieving. I mean, of course its a life long process…but I guess the shift seemed to happen so sharply. Knee deep in Ivy, then thrown into my husband’s addiction.

Im thankful for the dream date. I’ll take her in whatever form I can get.