Everyone is at my sister's house. Aunts and uncles, cousins. A lot of neighbors. Friends. I'm beginning to get a bit overwhelmed here as well. I am grateful for the love and care, but also just want to curl up in a ball. I've cried snottily on too many people in the last 24 hours. Typically, that's an honor reserved for Big A.
For someone who usually loves being around people, I'm realizing that this is one moment I want to be alone. I've done stuff like pretend I'm not home and left people on read. I know I'll have to tell people at work and then probably on Facebook so I don't have to tell the story (and cry) hundreds of times, but I'm dreading that.
Pic: Mom on her 75th birthday. I love that my sister and I both picked the SAME photo for our altars!
3 comments:
This is a lovely photo, so full of light, wisdom, and a calm aura of centred happiness.
I understand wholly your feelings of this time. I was the same when my father died. The very same in grief.
Beautiful photo
I remember when my mom died, I had to go to a work thing a month or three later. I worked from home already, and didn’t see my coworkers often. I had to tell them, first thing, “Don’t be nice to me, I will break.” No hugs, no ‘I’m sorry’, none of it. The only way I could get through it was to not talk about it. Ever since then, I never know how much to reach out when someone is in pain. I don’t want them to think I don’t care. I don’t want to break them with the pain.
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