What a joke. In a fog, I cleaned my house, read work e-mail and tryed to grieve. Like trying to have great sex when your not in the mood. Grief is not a faucet to be turned on and off. I am not sure how to fit it in my busy life. Will I tuck it way and be grieving forever like leaking tears? No, I say no. I have suffered greater things than this with less transparence. God will provide the windows and I will accept them as a gift of my healing.
Back to work. I put on make-up and dress nice for my 1st day back. Tell everyone in one fell swoop was my plan. Meet eyes with tears once and then get on with it. Remember, “keep your home life at home.”
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