One verse keeps running through my head, "I don't know what to do, cause you know I still love you". I sing it over and over to myself like a jewelry box opening and closing its lid with the lonely dancer spinning in circles. I have done three rewinds before I realize it.
The toilet keeps running. I know it is the flap. Isn't anyone going to fix it? Do I call a plumber? Do I go to Home Depot? Do I tinker with it? When did I become so inept?
A YOUNG WIDOW'S GRIEF JOURNAL In early grief, my only question was how to stop the pain. There were times I thought I was crazy and the only proof I had otherwise was a handful of widow friends. Later, I worried how long past the traditional mourning deadline the grief would last. Grief has been a non-linear journey that no longer overwhelms me yet has become a part of who I am. To view chronologically, see ‘labels’ by year
Monday, November 9, 2009
2 Years, Twenty Days - Songs, Alone
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