Whoa....where did that come from?

Good heavens!  Where did that come from?  Am I nuts?  Is this what grief looks like?  I'm sitting watching some benign show on TV and all of a sudden break out into racking sobs...deep, heavy body shaking racking sobs for several minutes.  I finally get a grip, grab a tissue and then here they come again.  What the hell?  Where did that come from?  For the life of me I can't figure out what triggered this.  The whole episode was over in about fifteen minutes and then it was gone.  I felt a sense of relief when it was all over.  January 22?  Is that an anniversary of some event I can't recall?  Last year on that date I was still in rehab so who knows.  Is this the way grief works?  Wow!!!

Here come the anniversaries.....

It has just been a year ago this week that I went under the knife for a replacement for my right hip.  The plan was to get this done with full recovery before our big move to San Antonio.  The surgery went great but I guess my plan to be the "poster child" of hip replacement was a little too much for the 79 year old body.  I pushed myself out of rehab a couple of weeks early as sweet hubby was with caregiving relatives and I needed to get home to take over that job again and prepare for the big move and the 80th birthday party.  Rehab was set up at home and went well.  I can truthfully say that I am recovered.  I'm on my way to becoming a bionic woman...new lenses in my eyes, metal in my knees and hip.  Now it's my back that needs attention...this aging is hard work.  If it ain't one thang, it's another.