Our family home caught fire just months after my Mom left my Dad when I was in college. A year or so later, it had to be sold during their divorce. It was the only home we'd known and I felt like it was my responsability to try to somehow put my family back together. It took many years to realize it wasn't all on my shoulders.
I'm still learning to shoulder less but I think there's a certain kind of unavoidable grief that inhabits your body when you lose your home and your understanding of the family that it belongs to. Wishing you more lovely walks in the New Year. Thanks for being here and sharing your story!
I can really relate to this, more than you know!
Our family home caught fire just months after my Mom left my Dad when I was in college. A year or so later, it had to be sold during their divorce. It was the only home we'd known and I felt like it was my responsability to try to somehow put my family back together. It took many years to realize it wasn't all on my shoulders.
I'm still learning to shoulder less but I think there's a certain kind of unavoidable grief that inhabits your body when you lose your home and your understanding of the family that it belongs to. Wishing you more lovely walks in the New Year. Thanks for being here and sharing your story!