Fridays are a bit tough at the moment.
From now on, the ending of a work week will also mark the end of my father’s life.
Four Fridays ago I was leaving work laughing with a co-worker about my “pathetic” foot & shoulder injuries.
One Friday later I was sitting beside my father’s still body.
Three weeks. One day it seems shorter than that; the next, longer.
Some days I want to rush through this grieving as quickly as possible. Other days I want to slow it down to find some inner peace. I don’t really know what I want but I suspect I need to be kinder to myself.
Tonight the manservant took me to the Kennedy Center to see Dianne Reeves perform – I hadn’t wanted to go, but I enjoyed it once I got there.
Tomorrow a friend is taking me to a chocolate boutique/lounge for lunch. I promised my mother I would eat something healthy before the chocolate…..