I usually post every day of my last month before a birthday. But here it is April 17. I’ll be 74 on the 29th. Where have these April days gone? My “year of magical thinking” is over. (Joan Didion) I am dealing with a grief so debilitating I don’t know if it is survivable. Depression is hitting me hard. I am fighting it but it is painful. I lost the person who loved me for me. I lost his warmth and joy. His hugs and unconditional love.
My sister and I attended the Grant a Wish Barbie Gala. A bright spot. I love the creative people. I do love Barbie. I love seeing my sister in her element. Simply a lot of work, registration, even more fun. The elevator incident. Somewhere in Time. Mattel artists. Pictures to follow.
I always answer philosophical questions in my birthday post, here goes. What would make tomorrow a good day for me?
Being with my family. I go so far between seeing my girls, my grandchildren. My siblings. Sunshine. A little warm up. It has been a long, cold winter.
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