Today has been hard.
Today is the two year anniversary of when my Grandfather died. I woke up knowing and feeling that, but trying not to dwell. Out of weird coincidence my sister and I ended up having lunch at The Backroad Cafe. I hadn't been there since I used to go with my Grandpa.
Grief is surprising.
I can only acquaint it with Water. How it moves, it can be gentle, or powerful.
It can destroy and cause ruin like no other force.
I'm not going to do a Proust question today.
Today I'm just going to sit and be still.
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