Wednesday, April 4, 2012. Is it just me?
I always feel better when I take my med's as prescribed. You might think that that's a "no brainer", but sometimes I just forget to take it. The medication I take is for OCD and Depression. I hadn't taken any of it since last Thursday, and by last Monday I could tell I was crashing. So on Tuesday I got back on them. Today I feel better. But last weekend was anything other than enjoyable due to my allergies and sinus kicking in. By Monday I was feeling better, and was also the 1st anniversary of my dear friend, Mr. Brock, death. Of course my thoughts were of him all day long, as they are most every day, for the past year. I no longer really talk about his death and how it still effects me to this day, as I think nobody knows what to say anymore. I mean everything that could be said, has been said. And maybe this worries my friends and family. And I don't want them to worry about me. But no words can really describe the effect it had on me. Devastation, sorrow, grief, are just words. Words we use when trying to put a name on something we can't really describe. As I once said, the closest I can get to a description is that my heart shattered that day, into a million tiny pieces, and it can never be made whole again. An old saying is "Time heals all wounds". Well, "I" don't think this is true, rather "Time may mend a broken heart, but it's scars will remain forever".
Did I mention we had our 29th anniversary last March 25th? Yep, 29 years together. How's that for a decadent lifestyle? Not sure what's so decadent about it? But maybe I didn't get that memo? So here we are, 52 and 57 years old. Oh Gosh, that reminds me I will turn 57 on May 1 st. Might as well celebrate it with a party at the lake. For some reason I don't think we got around to celebrating my last birthday? Doesn't matter, this year I will celebrate it.