I loved that dress, and was so happy to see Matilda wear it. I don't think I have that photo anywhere I can find it, so if you do, please post it again somewhere and tell me. Not that you need another task right now.
I've still not successfully herded the words onto a card. It's not a thing I can do right now, or indeed, maybe ever. I apologize.
I pretty much cannot with the words right now. I appreciate all of you that can SO MUCH. (ETA and also with the images!) All I keep thinking is that getting more practice with grieving etc is not making me any better at it. Whatever that might even mean, but it's a persistent thought.
And Vortex, I still haven’t mailed my card and may not ever. So.
Ugh, I've had a card sitting on my desk for a week. I didn't get blessed with Jacqueline's talent for words. I'll give it a try again.
I've still not successfully herded the words onto a card. It's not a thing I can do right now, or indeed, maybe ever. I apologize.
Same. I just can't.
In completely other news, I was in Target earlier today and overheard 2 girls who looked about 19-20 discussing groceries, and one of them said: “I have Cheetos and rum.” And I thought, oh yeah, college is back in session!
Somebody else I know told me they weren't "good at" mourning this week. I'll tell you what I told him: Don't think there's a wrong way(I should add, absent lashing out a lot, or self-injury)
I literally started my card with "I have no words". And then followed with a few short, far from eloquent sentences.
I have lots of words. Too bad none of them are, I don't know, MAGIC.
I knew I wasn't going to have any adequate words so I sent scratches and light. Literally. Hopefully in a form that was recognizable enough to mean something.
I loved that dress, and was so happy to see Matilda wear it. I don't think I have that photo anywhere I can find it, so if you do, please post it again somewhere and tell me. Not that you need another task right now.
I definitely have lots of baptism pictures, so I'll round some up for you.
As an answer to the perennial "How are
you
doing?" queries I'll note that David had an instance of "emotional dysregulation" last night.
Fortunately none of the people I was yelling "Fuck!" at were the people in the room, but relatives-in-law at a distance who were trampling boundaries in a stress inducing way.