It happens every year... I'd better get used to it.
I think this June Fifth won't be as hard. The date has lost its raw edge. At least this year. (Next year will make five years - holy crap - and that kind of anniversary is tough.)
I still have a sister. The fact that I can't call her up on the phone, that I have to hope to dream about her, doesn't change our relationship.
And I still have relationships to lean on. Mom is still very much around, bless. I talk to my stepbrother (who is closer to my age than Twiggy was/is) as time allows, and he's making me an auntie again (*hopes for a girl!*) next year. And my relationship with Gibson is sibling-esque. (His sister lives in Florida, and I think he misses having somebody to punch him in the arm/show up at gigs/show silly things to. I'm glad to fill that particular gap in.)
I have resolved not to be melancholy or, worse yet, macabre. I promised myself, and I'm promising y'all, that I'll be okay. Because - and Twiggy would agree - I have better things to do than mourn to the point where the world stops for a while.
And after this week - the week that has both Memorial Day and Twiggy's Angel Day - I'll be able to sleep. Or at least I can buy some Benadryl and dry up my allergies at night (another suspect - if it's not my subconscious being angsty, it's those damn horny early summer plants).
Wonder if I can get anything done around the house before I head to work. That'll help the coffee kick in...
I still have a sister. The fact that I can't call her up on the phone, that I have to hope to dream about her, doesn't change our relationship.
And I still have relationships to lean on. Mom is still very much around, bless. I talk to my stepbrother (who is closer to my age than Twiggy was/is) as time allows, and he's making me an auntie again (*hopes for a girl!*) next year. And my relationship with Gibson is sibling-esque. (His sister lives in Florida, and I think he misses having somebody to punch him in the arm/show up at gigs/show silly things to. I'm glad to fill that particular gap in.)
I have resolved not to be melancholy or, worse yet, macabre. I promised myself, and I'm promising y'all, that I'll be okay. Because - and Twiggy would agree - I have better things to do than mourn to the point where the world stops for a while.
And after this week - the week that has both Memorial Day and Twiggy's Angel Day - I'll be able to sleep. Or at least I can buy some Benadryl and dry up my allergies at night (another suspect - if it's not my subconscious being angsty, it's those damn horny early summer plants).
Wonder if I can get anything done around the house before I head to work. That'll help the coffee kick in...