Erma Bombeck meets Karen Walker in this 40 something single mom's crazy life. Armed with Xanaz and sarcasm she tackles midlife, teenagers and all the other stuff that makes us all grab a glass of wine every night.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Grief is a lonely thing....
because no one does it the same. I call my family to check on them but sometimes those conversations depending on their grief level at that moment can prove most difficult. Everyday I get up and try to start my day. All I really want to do is curl up and sleep because when I am sleeping dad's death is put on hold. I can slip into the abyss of darkness and for eight or so hours I can rest. But inevitably I awaken and the reality hits me like a punch to the stomach. When that happens I try to quickly close my eyes and escape back into the slumber but it does not happen. I awaken to a world without him and must begin the act of living the day. Yesterday I took my kids and a friend to the mall. The mall is a taxing place with teenagers on a good day but yesterday was especially difficult. I just wanted to be somewhere quiet and alone, and the mall is not a place for solitude. By the time I got home I was about ready to jump out of my skin. By evening I found myself huddled in the guest bath on the floor sobbing with my trusted dog by my side. I remember people saying that when the hustle and bustle of the funeral is over that the really hard part begins and I believe that now to be true. I hope you will all continue to pray for me and my family.
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