Leaving the doctor's office, I immediately made it home to throw in a load of laundry, clean the kitchen, pay the bills, run errands, and go grocery shopping. In fact, with no doctor's visits on the books, I began to pile my schedule up with errands and busyness to fill up my time.
In the following weeks, I went through our "master bedroom" which had become a construction zone/catch-all. We had dinner with our good friends, the MCs. We had movie dates with my family, worked on the house, and poured ourselves into our jobs. I turned my attention to my friends and made cobblers for birthdays and planned my best friend's baby shower.
On November 14th, I said "goodbye" to an old friend from elementary school as we laid him to rest following an unexpected suicide. As I sat at his funeral, I couldn't swallow the giant lump in my throat. I would be lying if I didn't admit that I knew what it felt like to want out of the despair.
The holidays were bittersweet; however, I don't think either one of us had time to slow down and think. Therefore, we spent as much time as we could with our families and I tried to repair the lost hope I once had.
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