The days approaching the anniversary of Greg's death come with the same sense of foreboding as a visit from Jaws.
I feel the tension - the dread - in the air. It surrounds me and at times, consumes me.
Yesterday was hard - lots of tears. I ordered something to put on Greg's grave for his birthday (July 8th) and it arrived yesterday. Michael opened the box and when I saw it, I sobbed. It was just SO Greg. (I'll write about what it is - and why - in the next day or two - including pictures)
Today, every time I walked by it (okay... okay... it's a frog) - I smiled at the memories. In fact, today has been a relatively good day - at least so far. I'm surprised, but I'll take it. I'm grateful for every hour of sanity this week (actually, every day since Greg died, but especially this week).
I don't know what this afternoon will bring, but I'm grateful for a calm morning with some heart-warming memories.
dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun-dun
I feel the tension - the dread - in the air. It surrounds me and at times, consumes me.
Yesterday was hard - lots of tears. I ordered something to put on Greg's grave for his birthday (July 8th) and it arrived yesterday. Michael opened the box and when I saw it, I sobbed. It was just SO Greg. (I'll write about what it is - and why - in the next day or two - including pictures)
Today, every time I walked by it (okay... okay... it's a frog) - I smiled at the memories. In fact, today has been a relatively good day - at least so far. I'm surprised, but I'll take it. I'm grateful for every hour of sanity this week (actually, every day since Greg died, but especially this week).
I don't know what this afternoon will bring, but I'm grateful for a calm morning with some heart-warming memories.
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