“It’s so curious; one can resist tears and ‘behave’ very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer… and everything collapses.”
I marched through the holidays with focus and resolve. I surrounded myself with quiet calm and only my closest family through the New Year. And then I cried at Mary Poppins. One minute I was dancing in my seat, and then all of the sudden I was full on sobbing. All it took was a simple quiet song about love and loss to take me from feeling childlike joy to the depths of grief in mere seconds. That was two days ago. Today is 1,675 days since my world first collapsed. I am still processing how that much joy and pain can continue to coexist in my soul. I can call forth both emotions by the mere glance at her picture. Who knew that Mary Poppins could do the same?