The top of Bald Bluff

In April of 2009, Tom hiked up to the top of Bald Bluff.  It was after his surgery, after they had removed his right upper lobe.  It was a "good day."  He was pleased with what he could do. 

I took the same hike on Sunday, now so many years later, to the top of Bald Bluff.  As I took in the view, stood where Tom stood, I thought about what he might have felt on that particular day.  I have pictures because he brought his tripod along; he looked happy. 

Some days, only bad memories exist for me.  If you have taken care of someone who has a long protracted illness, there are many, many days that are not good and they leave an indelible imprint on you, they waft  through your mind, pictures that haunt and torment, memories of  pain and suffering that you watched play out, helpless to do anything. BUT,  then there are those days where you get to take a breath, where you climb to the top of Bald Bluff, where you have a good day. 

I think grief is the same thing.  Grief feels like an illness.... a long protracted illness and you wonder if you will have a good day, if you will be happy, if there will be relief or only more suffering.  Can you heal from your grief?  Will you recover?  I know this; Sunday I hiked up to the top of Bald Bluff and I was happy, it was a "good day."