It is now Wednesday evening, late. Close to midnight I guess.
By the time you read this, it will be Friday sometime.
That is my scheduled time to write each week, so this will be pre-set
to publish on that day.
I will be in Toronto, Canada, attending and presenting at Camp Widow.
There wont be much time to get online or to write blogs.
So Ill do it now.
Awhile back, pretty early on in my loss, I remember some person responding to my utter turmoil, deep grief, and endless sobbing fits, with this gem: "Well, life goes on!" In that moment, I can recall feeling and thinking several things.
A: Fuck you.
B: Yeah, no shit. Tell me something I dont already know, you condescending ass.
C: How DARE life just "go on?", when my husband isnt here? How dare it? And how CAN it? How am I supposed to go on? And why hasn't the world stopped on it's axis after his death? How am I ever going to keep up? I don't feel like it. I don't want to. I wont.
D: And, oh yeah ... Fuck you.Read more