When my dad died, my family experienced the typical chaos of writing an obituary, planning the funeral, getting all of the proper paperwork in place for insurance, and all of the other details that come up when there’s a death in the family. We mourned, but we were kept so busy with “doing” that we hadn’t the chance to “be.”

After the funeral, a few close friends and relatives stopped by Mom’s house. Once the last person hugged my mom and left, she sat back in her chair and said, “Now comes the hard part.”

At first, I didn’t understand what she meant. It took some time for me to get it.

We finally had time to just be. And let sink in what we lost.

I relate this story because it is so relevant to me now, albeit for a different reason. No one died. Not a person, but a relationship.

When this relationship ended one month ago, I immediately fell into the whirlwind of finding a new place to live, packing and all the preparations with planning to move. Getting boxes, renting a truck, lining up friends to help on moving day, changing my address and all of the other details that piled up.

One month ago, today, my relationship ended. And here I am, all moved in the new place.

Now comes the hard part.