I feel pressure to blog and do art and all the stuff I did easily before, but I am still in shock. I can’t believe she’s gone. I don’t know when or how I will ever adjust to this loss. I am 46 years old, and every person I have loved deeply is now dead. It doesn’t seem fair. I am feeling very sorry for myself. Please bear with me.
I have returned from my whirlwind odyssey back to Michigan for Little Honey’s memorial and beyond. In my extreme grief, I was looking at my time there as a woman half my age who wasn’t grieving. My eyes were bigger than my road warrior abilities, and I completely wore myself out. I was only gone for a week, but it feels like a year. So much happened internally: so many sad goodbyes. I don’t quite know who I am at the moment. I didn’t realize how much my identity was tied to Little Honey until she was gone. So who am I, and where do I go from here? I do not know. I feel pressure to blog and do art and all the stuff I did easily before, but I am still in shock. I can’t believe she’s gone. I don’t know when or how I will ever adjust to this loss. I am 46 years old, and every person I have loved deeply is now dead. It doesn’t seem fair. I am feeling very sorry for myself. Please bear with me.
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AuthorHi! I'm Marguerite Bryant, but most folks just call me "M." This blog will be a place to share my musings and inspirational ideas. Categories
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