Last night, after taking 7 full days off of work, spending a lot of time alone, grieving, resting, practicing yoga and meditation, coming to terms with such a huge loss in a year of losses…I turned off the light. I also taped up the photos of him, so it’s the first thing I see when I come home.
More than a month after his death, I felt ok enough to turn off the light. I’m sure there’s 900 pages of symbolism and what it means that I could write about…
Praying he is at peace and truly in a better place, watching over us.