on the western slope of Russian Ridge when
FALLING TO PIECES WITH JIM
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Sunday, November 17, 2024
That afternoon on Russian Ridge
on the western slope of Russian Ridge when
Friday, August 9, 2024
Forward?
Querida mia, months since my last check in. For so long I was at bottom, bereft and devastated, wanted nothing but you. It was horrifically painful to attempt life without you and it takes so long. I struggle still, waves of flooding grief, but begin to inch forward incrementally. I never will be whole without you. But I am changed. Finding my way alone. We had been twain, the two of us, together, one half of the other, together a whole. Now I stand alone, not as fragile as I was first without you. But a different person at sea in what comes next. At least, it feels that way now. Please don’t let me slide back into that despair that sent me groveling in grief.
Saturday, March 23, 2024
another grievous loss
Grief morphs and so do I. In some ways I am closer to you, further in other ways. But cognizant always of the void of you. Without your civilizing presence I am more judgmental and annoying yet more kitty loving (kitties for the Win!). Our Pat died, devastating. Remember our Scotland/NorwayIceland cruise in 2018? As we were at dinner one night, I was chatting away, then you nudged me and pointed at Pat who was crying silently over her dinner plate. Wish we could have helped her more.
Thursday, May 4, 2023
What I Would Do Differently
What I would do differently
Wednesday, March 8, 2023
It’s been really hard lately. Don’t know why. I am both depressed and labile. truth is I never imagined living without you and I don’t much want to. I am stuck here without you, in a fairly barren place with almost no good friends, our kind of friends, nearby. I never thought what this would be like. It’s fairly grim. But I am housed, fed, and still travel some. Health is compromised but I’m working on being better. Our last ten years were so awful, we lost sight of one another and failed love from time to time.
Thursday, February 9, 2023
No Words
I’ve always been comfortable with words — reading them, using them, writing them, speaking them. Lord knows it’s rare when I have nothing to say.