Tuesday, April 10, 2012

A Good Day At My Grief Group

Took Hiker for a 1.5 mile walk before I went to my grief group this morning. There is a ditch that we pass by on our way to the park and there was some water in it this morning. There was a couple of ducks “swimming” in the ditch looking for bugs to eat. Hiker noticed them before I did. She stopped an sat down to watch them. I let her watch them for a few minutes. She was good and did not try to chase after them. They looked at her and then went right back to eating. I thought the grief group was an especially good one today even though there were very few of us there. I sometimes think the conversation is better when there are less of us as it seems that people seem to speak up more if there are not a lot of people. I really enjoy going to group every Tuesday. It's nice to get out and to be with people who understand what I am going through. I sometimes wish we met twice a week. After group, DeDee, Ruth and I went to lunch at Alamo for some Mexican food and some girl chat. Came home to find my Hiker girl waiting for me. She always gets so excited when I come home. I took her for a short walk down to the park. When we got to the ditch, she stopped to look for the ducks but they were not there. She knew exactly where they had been. Was cooler here today. Only got up to around 60°. We've been having 80° days for the past week, but there is supposed to be a storm blowing in tonight.


  1. Support groups, big or small, are a good thing. I wish, sometimes, that my Mother would consider such help. Oh, she is doing wonderful on her own, she is so private...too private, sometimes about her feelings since so many losses in her life.
    I'm proud of you for making the 'reach out.'
    Your weather is so nice. I could go for your 60's over our bitter winds that feel like 20's.
    Keep hiking.

  2. Our group only met once a month and I too wished it was more often because it helped so much to be around people who were going through the same thing. Sometime we could even laugh about our feeling as one lady told us she was so mad at her husband for dying she went to the cemetary and kicked the dirt. We laughed but not at her, with her. Most didn't go to that extreme.

    1. Paula we laugh a lot at our grief group. Our therapist says that laughter is the best healing power there is.



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