Selfish Goals. They’re OK.

I spend a lot of my energy trying to help my sweetie find joy. I often convince myself that it is to make his life as good as possible. That is not a lie. But I realize, especially when I see little things like this cartoon, that I’m really trying to make small memories for myself. Every time I think I have a handle on my grief, I see something like this and I understand that this living grief is still only the beginning.