foggy
I've got a lot on my mind.
Alot has come through my mind and heart in the past month or so that I am not purging.
Anywhere, to anyone and now, Im foggy.
I've used the word constipated before in this forum and tonight is the culmination of emotional constipation.
So Im going to purge, dump, shyte.
My dads anniversary came and went without blogging fanfare. Is it because I didnt remember or care? nope. It came and went with the usual lump in throat, lead in belly. My husband, who has been sure to take care of me on all of the anniversaries, took jack and I to the beach for Pops anniversary this year. Same as last.
I didnt feel any closer to him, there were no whispers in the waves, or long lost notes in the grains of sand.
I was still just me.
My life was still as importantly uneventful.
There was no spiritual eureka of the beyond.
No answers to the forever questions of "why?"
That's because we are not supposed to know.
And that people is that....