Michigan
I'm heading out to Michigan in a couple hours for my aunt Helen's funeral. I don't think I'm necessarily dealing very well. I realised last night that it's not quite real for me as long as I don't go out to Michigan - while in NY, Helen and I never did more than exchange a few emails a year, but when I was in Michigan we spent most of our time together.
It feels not only marginally crazy and delusional, but also kind of selfish to think about it like this. But, all the same, it makes me very reluctant to go.
It feels not only marginally crazy and delusional, but also kind of selfish to think about it like this. But, all the same, it makes me very reluctant to go.