It’s been one of those weekends. I’m not sure if it was the alignment of the stars or that black cat or whatever. It’s just been one of those weekends and I’m mentally exhausted.
So I’m driving home from the shops on Saturday. And all of a sudden I’m thinking of Dad. And I start to cry. Crying and driving are never a good mix, but luckily I’m very close to home. I make it to the driveway before there are too many tears to see.
Dad passed away three months ago. And while I grieved then, I knew that I wasn’t finished. I’ve been very busy since that time and it’s really no surprise that I broke down all of a sudden for no reason at all. I miss you so much Dad!
Then Sunday brought an aha! moment. Those disruptions to my routine that I’ve been having were actually cries for help. Duh! What’s wrong with you girl? What happened to your intuition?
So most of Sunday has been spent trying to help and support people going through a tough time in their lives. I don’t know that I can do much except to be there to listen to them. Hopefully they can find a solution but it won’t be easy. It’s a hard trail ahead.
And then my wonderful sister offered to have my birthday at her place. And I turned her down. I’m just not ready to celebrate my birthday without Dad. And I punctuated that thought with a flood of tears. I am so not ready.
But as the wise man once said “Life is not bliss, life is just this. It’s living. You have to go on living. So one of us is living”. Oh wait that wasn’t a wise man that was Spike from Buffy. But yes life goes on.