I wake now before the sun comes up. My body likes to wake early if it just does it once on purpose. As I lay there, I realized that part of the grief is giving up on the American Dream. Or my American dream. The husband, house, children thing. How I envisioned my life, or thought it should be. Now I have to develop a new vision. I'm too worn out to do it right now, but something will come.
Obviously I feel a bit better. And life goes on. Always will.