So, I realized today that I've been a widow for six months. There's that strange time twist where sometimes it feels like so short a time, sometimes it seems like forever. Oddly, the other life condition that felt like this was marriage. Marriage, I felt it in a good way. Not so much widowhood.
And now my supervisor at work has passed away. It's going to shake up the whole library, big segments of the community, really, since she started out as a children's librarian. We knew it was coming, but gosh, when it happens you're always like "How could it happen so fast?!?" Is there ever enough time in the life of an individual?
Maybe I shouldn't be talking about her so soon. I haven't worked through my feelings AT ALL on that front. Why else would I be watching an X-Games documentary right now? I'm really not interested. It's noise. Just chaos and static to fill up my head.
Ty knows something's up. I can't get him to lie down anywhere but ON my foot. Well, at least I've already had dinner. No need to move until.... oh dang, I need some water. Sorry, pooch.
The "Year" in "A Year Alone" refers to 2011, not the "how many months since...". It is hard to describe, but I visualize the year as sort of a horseshoe. One end is January, the other December. A clear break between one December and the next year, very little connection between the two. So, I suppose April is climbing up one side of the horseshoe, getting to the high plateau of summer. Funny visual image, huh? Who else bothers to think about how they think about a calendar year?
Bust of luck getting through this trying time. I think you deserve to go buy yourself some super pretty yarn. *hugs*
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