You’re Allowed to Look Forward to Something Again

One of the stranger parts of grief is feeling guilty when you catch yourself anticipating something good. You agree to lunch. You laugh during a show. You imagine a dinner party or a trip. Then the thought arrives: How can I be excited about this when he is gone?

I know that feeling. Brad’s death changed my life in an instant. There are days when I miss the simple certainty of his being here. There are also moments when I think about the life I still want: people around my table, work I care about, a home with warmth in it, and experiences I haven’t had yet.

Looking forward to those things does not erase our marriage. It does not mean I have finished grieving. It means I am alive, and I want to participate in the life in front of me.

Grief can change from hour to hour. You can have a lovely afternoon and cry in the car afterward. You can feel peaceful one day and undone by a familiar song the next. You do not owe anyone a consistent performance of sadness to prove that your loss was real.

If the idea of a whole new life feels too large, look forward to one small thing. A meal with a friend. Fresh sheets on the bed. A class. A movie that makes you laugh. You are allowed to enjoy that hour without making a promise about how you will feel tomorrow.

I am learning to keep loving Brad while also caring for the life I have left. Sometimes that begins with giving myself permission to have a good day.

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