My mood has been poor this week. The worst it's been in a while. The constant rain isn't helping, but that didn't seem like it would be enough to drive me this low this fast. Then I remembered that this weekend is the anniversary of Gilly's death. And somehow knowing why I'm feeling this way makes it easier to deal with.

Tuesday was the anniversary of Gilly's death. Yesterday was the anniversary of Gilly's birth. The journey up to and through those dates was a brain churning quagmire of loss and pain ( Read more... )

Today my brain is sloppy, sloshy, running from one emotion to the next. Sadness, anger, petulance all striped together in a gooey, hard to manage mess. I feel like a teenager again. It's not pretty ( Read more... )

Yesterday terriergirl and I went to visit my aunt and uncle, the same aunt and uncle who lost their 13 year old daughter last year during the Summer Of Suck&trade. Visiting them is both fantastically freeing and fantastically painful. On the one hand these are two people who we can share everything that's on our mind, every pain, every unintentional insult, ( Read more... )

Tired. The sick part I'm beating back with a stick ( Read more... )

Many of you have already read terriergirl's LJ, but I'm putting it here as well ( Read more... )