Surreal
Thirty days...it's been thirty days.... Wow.... I can't believe it, really-- I can't even begin to process how four weeks of missing her, of mourning her, of going through the motions, making lists of things to do (yet haven't even begun to get done) day in, tears out, fitting the pieces back together somehow, some way, but, wow. A month?! I can't quite wrap my head around that. Nope. Sorry. Not when the pictures seem so much faker to me than the memories seared into my brain dug into my arms, scarring, dragging me out of my tear-soaked sleepless reverie, kicking and screaming. Tears come, naturally. That they do. Come, that is. Again, and again, and again.... At home, work, in the car, in the damned store, for Heaven's sake-- with the smells, the laughs, the speed-dialing to revel in the great shoes I found on sale, they have two, do you-- oh, wait, what am I doing? I can't seem to think straight these days, let alon...