on the passing of a friend*
Wednesday night, and Dianne and Doreen were at our house rehearsing for a gig at His Place. We had finished up and were standing in the kitchen talking. Bo was...
Read MoreWednesday night, and Dianne and Doreen were at our house rehearsing for a gig at His Place. We had finished up and were standing in the kitchen talking. Bo was...
Read MoreI’ve decided to try to keep a very loose day-by-day “grief journal” of my loss. One of the things I immediately did when Jackson passed was to look for some...
Read MoreI lost my best friend two mornings ago...
Read MoreJackson is gone. He was awake this morning when T came downstairs but his breathing was labored, deep and slow and he passed just before 8a. T came upstairs and...
Read MoreI managed a little sleep. Really, I wish I could just stay asleep - it doesn’t hurt there. An empty day stretching out ahead of me. What do I...
Read MoreIt’s September. I wish I could turn back the pages of the calendar, even just a few days...
Read MoreAwake early again but slept better than the last couple of nights. More (quieter) tears this morning - I tried to avoid reading the new FB comments on yesterday’s post...
Read MoreYesterday morning wasn’t as bad. I cried when reading some of the FB comments (that are stillcoming, even if at a trickle) but it wasn’t a convulsive sobbing attack like Sunday....
Read MoreMore quiet tears this morning as I reply to (probably) the last of the condolence messages on FB, messenger and email. It’s so quiet in the house now...
Read MoreNot over it yet. I don’t know what the trigger was this morning - I had to put the trash out by the curb and Jackson’s old filthy plastic dish...
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