So, here we are. Weeks have now gone by and the days seem to have blurred into another. I still cannot believe that he is gone. I walk around this house in a daze most of the time. The grief comes and goes like someone you don’t like very much that you see on the street and try so hard not to make eye contact with.
Thanks for today’s essay and “cocky” drawing. A message I heard is that you stay in the present moment, self aware, which sometimes gives grief access to your present state of being. Perhaps like the cracks where the light comes in? And also a laundry chute for washing away the extremes of grief. Thanks, Sharon.
That rooster is adorable.
Sending you a big hug! 🤗
Thanks for today’s essay and “cocky” drawing. A message I heard is that you stay in the present moment, self aware, which sometimes gives grief access to your present state of being. Perhaps like the cracks where the light comes in? And also a laundry chute for washing away the extremes of grief. Thanks, Sharon.