It’s so hard to keep those drawers shut in their minds. When they open, it’s like all of those images come tumbling out and they can’t process them. They float through their brain like nightmares from the past. It’s moments like that when I roll over and hold him a little tighter. I can feel those memories. They tighten the body, they quiet the thoughts and block the gentleness. It’s those moments when they are least loveable, that they need us the most.
A new blog post will be coming shortly that will discuss my journey through my husband’s memories. It’s inspired by an amazing training seminar we took last night.