I’m still very sad about losing my Mom. The sadness seems to come in waves. I figure this will persist for a long while.
Getting back to work has helped tremendously. Focusing on taking care of people helps me. It seems there is still a lot of AF out there.
Sadness doesn’t seem to help the writing neurons much. I am having trouble tapping out anything of value. That’s too bad because their was a ton of stuff to comment on from AHA.
And I still can’t seem to turn a pedal in anger. Pedal tension used to feel good, now it just feels hard. (Maybe it’s the cookies? Damn those things!)
But there is one thing that’s extraordinarily uplifting during this tough time.
It’s the grace of the many that have expressed their sympathy. I used to wonder what good my words would do for a grieving person? Now I know that these messages do matter.
I would like to offer my sincere thanks to the many who have expressed their sympathy. It’s moving.
I feel your grace.
In fact, at least for the short-term, I feel like your grace may have infected me. This is an infection that I hope sticks around for awhile. (While you are inoculating me with good things, could someone inject the anti-typo, good-grammar vector?)