I am overwhelmed, grieving, anxious, forgetful, exhausted, and feeling like I'm coming down with something. I am facing a loss I can't begin to understand. I'm walking through it, but I'm not getting anywhere. It is on my mind every minute of every day, yet it still doesn't seem to ring true. It can't really be true. She can't really be gone, not like that. Not in this tragic, ugly way with no warning. Not when she was vivacious and healthy. Not when she was the glue that held our family together. Not before I had a child for her to hold. Not before she knitted the most exquisite baby blanket ever made. Not before our next Broadway date. Not before our next double date. Not before the next hand of cards. Black words on a white screen usually have a very powerful effect on me. Writing something down makes it real to me. But I have lost one of my best friends, and it still doesn't always feel real. ...
Adventures of a Cockeyed Optimist