09/30/2023
The day I received the call that my brother was in the ICU, I had just finished a few hours at the archery range. Going there was very peaceful for me, and meditative, and it brought me joy.
My Archery bag sat in the corner for over a year after he died. I couldn’t bring myself to pick it up again. I felt like I was disrespecting my grief by going back to it. I’m not sure if that makes sense to you.
I think grievers feel like they are not allowed to have joy in their life… at least that is how I felt. When I finally did pick my bag up, put it in my car and went to the range, it felt amazing… and I needed that. It soothed and comforted my sad and angry heart. 
One of the things I witness often when someone is dying, is that those who love them stop doing the things that brought them joy; hiking, swimming, golfing, walking, running, being creative, or spending time with friends.
The ones providing the care are too busy and too tired to do anything that brings them joy, and that also takes a toll.
And afterwards, when they begin their grief journey, they continue to not do the things that brought them joy because sometimes, it is just too hard.
I know it’s hard, I get it…
Please give yourself permission to do the things that bring you comfort, peace, and joy.
xo
Gabby
www.thehospiceheart.net
