Wearily, she stumbled in the front door . . .
Home again, home again, and well and truly spent.
I'm tired, worn out, and everything feels just the slightest bit off.
It was good to spend time with family, but it's so very strange to realize that Aunt J isn't around anymore. I keep thinking of things I'd like to tell her or show her or . . .
I know that my grief really isn't in the same league as losing a mother or a sister (or a spouse, though Uncle J is pretty much incapacitated by Parkinson's, so I'm not sure how aware he is of what was going on). It's just . . . strange.
I might write more specifically later, just for my own catharsis. For now, it's too personal.
I guess a small part of me is feeling a little bit empty.
I'm tired, worn out, and everything feels just the slightest bit off.
It was good to spend time with family, but it's so very strange to realize that Aunt J isn't around anymore. I keep thinking of things I'd like to tell her or show her or . . .
I know that my grief really isn't in the same league as losing a mother or a sister (or a spouse, though Uncle J is pretty much incapacitated by Parkinson's, so I'm not sure how aware he is of what was going on). It's just . . . strange.
I might write more specifically later, just for my own catharsis. For now, it's too personal.
I guess a small part of me is feeling a little bit empty.