I was not ready for the impact of the passing of Dad's birthday; just not ready at all. The effects linger, almost worse today, and I just want to be home. Home to do what, I do not know, but it feels like such a struggle to stay anywhere that I cannot cry openly.
Last night there were meaningful phone calls with friends and siblings, which brought me closer to the grief. Good, I guess, but it is one flame this moth wants to avoid, as it fears like I will crash and burn. Here I am, face on, counting the minutes. Really is it all I can do.
Meanwhile, there are friends and family who are in need of support, and LM and I are trying to unravel mysteries regarding artwork he has inherited from Bob's estate. Sort of fun, actually.
Tonight I move to my boss's house to stay for 6 days. Yup, I'm headed to the dogs in so many ways! The Fall colors are pretty over there. I think some focus on nature is in order.