Feb 20, 2010 21:03
thoughts
We are coming up on the one year anniversary of my mil's death. I talk to her sometimes. She's still in a box in my dining room, she and her husband. I find that i drop the efbomb quite a lot now. no qualms.
There is still snow piled high all over this place. Dirty snow. Tainted purity.
Family life in our house consists of the 3 of us in the living room. Hubby playing video games, daughter and i on our laptops. Respective worlds in headphones while we touch foot to arm on a sectional sofa saying "what?" every few minutes.
Nicholas Sparks is the new Thomas Hardy.
"while you wait on the answers
that ill pretend to find
keeping up with emotions
still occupies our time
you could hope for substance
as long as you like"
Yeah, thanks Grizzly Bear. How'd you know that my roommate in college once described me as "flowery images with no substance"?
She didn't know that's how i survive. We all have coping mechanisms, that's mine.