It is said the “magic” occurs around the 60-90 day mark. It is a time when the transition takes place–one from the feeling of loss, to the feeling of gain.

I’m not sure when the “magic” will happen for sure, but just knowing propels me on with the surprising excitement of a bunny coming out of a hat.

I’ve felt glimpses of her already–contentment rising up that wasn’t there before.

Something is changing within.

Less tears have fallen. 

Yesterday I felt it full on:  Joy. 

In the moment. 

In the day. 

It wasn’t fleeting.

It remained. 

Even a recent gathering to celebrate another, and share publicly again. Fully present, even when the conversation transitioned to talk of Bill.

Contentment, like the changing of seasons–hardly recognizable at first, until all of a sudden you are wearing a coat instead of short sleeves.