Year one moved fast. Paperwork, calls, planning, survival mode. You’re still in shock, just trying to hold it all together while falling apart inside.
Then year two comes and the world gets quiet.
The phone stops ringing.
The reality sets in that this is your life now.
You start to feel what you were too numb to process before.
That’s why year two cut deeper…it’s when grief stopped being a moment
and became something I had to learn to live with.
If you’re in year two right now, I see you.
You’re not doing it wrong…it’s just heavier in new ways.
💬 Tell me, did year two feel harder for you too?
Let’s talk about it in the comments. 💙
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Praying for your strength, comfort, wisdom as you move through this difficult journey. ❤️