The last couple of days have not been good. Had been feeling incredibly empty: Vacuum tornado sucking from the pit of my stomach through to my brain; blackness mixed in with a violent inner storm. Nothingness on the outside.
I suppose this is my way of grieving. I know I can be happy. I know these images in my head will slowly fade like oxygenated Polariods. Through all of this sadness, I feel alive.
Today, it was grey and drizzly, and the chill of a freshly realized Winnipeg fall day draped its sad arms everywhere. After sitting down and watching my cats quietly sleeping together, and listening to the sounds of Renée moving papers and working on homework in the other room… life began to move again.
