Friday, November 03, 2006
And it all comes flooding back
I won't say that I had it conquered. That would be untrue. I have it compartmentalized--the grief. I let it out when I can afford the time for tears.
Just last week I was talking with my friend, who happens to be the woman who cuts my hair, about how I am dealing with my father's death. We talked about my mother. I kept the tears away. I was proud that I could talk without spilling tears.
Today, it all came flooding back. My friend's father has died, unexpectedly, yesterday. Here I sit remembering that afternoon, that phone call that had me huddled in a corner. Each time this happens I am reminded of the loss of a great man in my life. I feel the hole again.
It's a dark day again even though it is bright outside. It's so like that afternoon, May 20th.
Oh, I want him back.