Moving around in a surrealistic state of past and present memories.
Now, I'm ready to move on. It's what Dad would have wanted. He never let life's challenges take him down. He always moved on right up to until he was 95 years old.
It's not easy. I've had other tragedies in my life and managed to move on from them.
There was never a certain timeline. Like a day, week, month, or a year to recover.
There are no rules for how to move on. It was a gut check thing and a desire to make my remaining days a masterpiece (as my good friend, author and newspaper columnist Woody Woodburn would say).
Moving on can be extremely challenging. When my best friend in Vietnam and I were in Cambodia we were ambushed by a sniper(s) whose shots riddled his body mere feet away from me. I physically survived but mentally part of me died.
I was 19 years old. It took years before my PTSD was recognized and I went to a VA hospital in house program for other combat vets like me. I was able to move on after years of therapy, but I confess to a certain melancholy that hasn't gone away.
Moving on from bad things that happen to us is a built-in survival instinct. It's stronger in some of us than others.
Other reasons for moving on...
- When your spouse/lover constantly cheats on you.
- When your gut is roiling from spicy foods it's probably a good reason to move on to milder meals
- When you have a relative who is a MAGA minion it's best not to talk politics with them during family gatherings. Just move on to other subjects.
As it stands, time moves relentlessly on for all of us.
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