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Dec 31, 2009 20:21



It is cold outside, but I don't feel cold. Brandie will catch what this means, I think, and maybe Shuya. It's good to be here, even though I will need to get used to the house being one person short.
They cling to us, and Rose's family depends on her for emotional support. She's the youngest daughter. Are we really that much stronger than them? She was supposed to be the strong one. Instead she dies and leaves us in this mess. And now we find, surprised, that we can handle it. We can survive through this and grow stronger.

I've been mostly staying at home these past days. Developing a routine of training a little each day, let's see how much of a difference it makes. We talk, but we don't talk much. I think it's because we don't really need words.

I refused to sleep in the coffin, never liked confined spaces. Guess we'll throw it out.

not!family times, musings

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