Morning After

Yesterday was D's Memorial Service.

And the sun came up today.

I went to the gym, watered the grass, did some laundry.

And then I sat down and thought, "Now what?"

I've decided this grieving process must be a lot like labor:

You can't control it. It comes in waves. It comes at unexpected and inconvenient times.

You swing from the blessing of life to wanting to grab someone by the neck because of the pain.

I am surrounded by people (all the kids are here), yet I feel lonely.

I am asked questions, but I can't process the information enough to come up with answers.

I am really hoping to go away to someplace cooler and just be alone for a while.

I will end this blog by saying that the Memorial Service yesterday was an incredible and uplifting time. There is something to be said for longtime friends and family. You can give them the barest hint of what you want, and they bring it to fruition in a manner that simply takes your break away with its excellence and glory. Friends from high school, college and every era of our lives were there. Those friends that know your back story. They truly do know the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you've forgotten the words. (Credit Hallmark for that one.) So. Thank you to an army of friends and family who made the day a celebration of D's life. We were all so very blessed.