I keep finding myself thinking of blog-worthy things when I'm going about my day. And then when it comes time to actually write, I go blank. So incredibly frustrating. I think I'm going to start carrying a little notepad at all times to jot down those thoughts as they come to me. So if you see a frazzled looking lady wearing red chucks, writing in a little notebook and talking to herself in the grocery store...that's me!
I've found myself being surprised by grief these past few days. It sneaks up on me when I least expect it. An old joke, a song, seeing someone with a similar tattoo. It's like someone setting a brick on your chest. I don't like to dwell on it, and I'm definitely not a fan of having to throw sunglasses on in public to hide the tears in my eyes. I think more than anything, it scares me to realize how fast theses five years have gone and how much has changed since he left us.
Oh and this has been happening today. It's as if a little light switch went off in his head sometime overnight.
"Hey, I can pull myself up!"
