Has it really been a month, almost exactly to the hour, that we got the bad news? Apparently so. I'm still in denial. I know it's going to hit me next week when NYEBoy is out of town and I have no school to go to every day to keep me occupied. I do have a girlfriend who has offered to come over and my pastor told me we could have breakfast or lunch, so that should help a little bit. Saturday will mark three weeks that she has been gone. Craziness.
I think I am going to go work on the poem I wanted to read at church on Sunday. Hopefully it won't start removing the fog. I like it down here. I just want to focus on the next twenty feet, not down the road.
2 comments:
Twenty feet is very good, sometimes I just need to focus on the next 3 feet. Hugs, wish we were closer, I'd be happy to help you take up a day, I'm sure we could find somehing fun to do!
One day at a time. And then its many days later. Distractions are good, I hope you find many next week!
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