Z-Day - Post Three - Just Freaking Perfect.
My car has a flat tire. Not just flat, shredded. I have no idea what I drove over or when, but the car she no go today. The garage guy is coming over to put on the donut and take it up to put new tires on and I've called work to see if I can work from the office here in town. If I can't, then I won't be working at all today. Just waiting to hear from my supervisor.
In a way, this flat tire is a stroke of luck. Either way, working or not, I'll be in town today. I'm feeling better already. Although I'm acutely aware that a year ago it would have been my dad or my husband who put the donut on for me. Every day I feel the loss of them and it never goes away, never gets better. There are these holes in my life that used to hold the faces of those I loved and the ache and the emptiness are almost overwhelming. If it wasn't for Mom and the kids... Well let's just say it's good that I have Mom and the kids.
Okay, gotta go get dressed before the garage guy gets here.
In a way, this flat tire is a stroke of luck. Either way, working or not, I'll be in town today. I'm feeling better already. Although I'm acutely aware that a year ago it would have been my dad or my husband who put the donut on for me. Every day I feel the loss of them and it never goes away, never gets better. There are these holes in my life that used to hold the faces of those I loved and the ache and the emptiness are almost overwhelming. If it wasn't for Mom and the kids... Well let's just say it's good that I have Mom and the kids.
Okay, gotta go get dressed before the garage guy gets here.