I know there’s a bright side of the road—I can see it and sometimes even reach it briefly. Utilizing the amazing skills of resilience that I learned from my late husband, guitarist Pete Huttlinger, I am working through the grief of losing him.
All in identity
I walked into the bathroom to splash water on my face. I was a nervous wreck–an actual nervous wreck
I started to panic. I was sitting at Pete’s desk in his studio. I had turned everything off and on and nothing was working
During quiet times, I stop for a moment and close my eyes and relive the moment in my mind.I learned to look at their expressions and body language to determine when it was time for me to step in
Now all of the things that I loved to do for him, that pulled my focus outward, are gone
When I feel intense love, it’s much easier to function than when I feel intense grief.
For me, the essence is that you should move toward these uncomfortable feelings and not fight them.
So now I have to do what Pete would have done and keep my vision locked into that bright side.
Grief has transported me back in time to when I was a teenager. Actually, it’s taken me even further back.
I am still his wife, so in my mind I'm still married. Why can't I just stick with that moniker? I feel comfortable there.
