I forget still.
Mom posted a picture of dad’s gravestone at the cemetery. She visits most Sundays. Still catches me off guard. This.
I’m in the midst of a hormonal rollercoaster. Menopause. Alternately want to weep and hit things…hard. Trying to minimize collateral damage by keeping myself isolated. I come out on occasion for brief forays into the world. I don’t think I’ve seen myself in a while. It got all mixed up with the general body’s decay, with family and dad’s passing.
The sun was out. I saw my own shadow. Maybe winter is ending.