About the time I feel like I’ve got this under control, something
comes up and bites me on the butt and I realize, I got nothing under control! Those normal, unexpected, ordinary, run of the
mill everyday things that literally sneak up on me from behind bite me, chew me
up and spit me out!
An old friend of Skip’s drops by for an unannounced visit…I
mean an old friend back from the Boy Scouts, Little League days, of course, he
was shocked to hear Skip had died, I was embarrassed that I had not gotten
touch with him earlier, but after that first few weeks how do you make that
phone call? Repeating what happened was not difficult, but dredged up all of
the out of control grief and fear that Monday morning.
Then Monday was junk hauling day, it was a two-fer ass
biting event. Watching my picture framing equipment loaded into the back of the
junk truck felt like I was losing the definition of who I was, who I am, and
where my strength was, and then up into the storage aka Skip’s workbench space
and again I was overcome by grief that I was letting go of the things that were
part of him.
I know these things are necessary for my life to move
forward, but no one explains how emotionally grueling it is!
"Details in the Fabric" Jason Mraz
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