Owasco Lake, NY. Can you see the other side? Between this post and the last are many, many drafts of posts about various things, like how weird and difficult it was at times to actually move to my new place, my current foot sprain that is forcing me to spend the 4th of July weekend … Continue reading Fugitive Umbrellas Has a New Home
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One Month Plus In
I’m tired of mourning. This is work, and the more work I do, the more work I discover has to be done. I had to go back to work full time because I can’t afford to stay on bereavement even though I could really use the time to sort his affairs. But that is loss … Continue reading One Month Plus In
Grieving in Quarantine: Day 10
I am not crying all the time. I am not cycling through my emotions so rapidly. I am not as dysfunctional as I was a few days ago, but I am aware that I have anxiety over strange things. I know I don’t have to be vigilant all the time, so I’m making myself not … Continue reading Grieving in Quarantine: Day 10
Grieving in Quarantine: Day 7
So he’s not coming back. I understand this intellectually, as this is the longest we have ever been apart, and I have spent seven days in my apartment without seeing him, without hearing him, without sending him a text message from the bathroom and him getting annoyed about it. I am not asking him what … Continue reading Grieving in Quarantine: Day 7
