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May 03, 2010 16:00

I have lived on a farm most of my life. Even when I lived in the Big City I dealt with death... the loss of Cowpa, a friend, a kitten I had.
It is so weird. One minute there is someone there and the next they are gone.
Poppi seems to be packing his bags for the Great Journey. We are hoping he will be able to come home soon so he can be here before he departs.
I don't know how I will deal with it. If I can't deal then everything will fall apart.
I need to get my act together. I'm learning to figure out what I am feeling and learning to deal with the fears. I've been so bound by emotional paralysis lately that I have a hard time snapping out of it. I'm willing to move forward or else nothing will get done.
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