blue
Bit blue at the moment.
Theresa’s funeral last week was attended by more people that we’ve ever seen at a funeral, and there were so many people paying their last respects that the crematorium couldn’t hold them all.
A terribly sad day, balanced by awe at how wonderfully her husband and kids acquitted themselves: They spoke about her with love and never let anyone forget that the day was a celebration of her life , from the mass release of baloons into a bright blue cloudless spring sky, to the party (not a wake, they insisted) with which they celebrated her life.
Then I read of his sadness at the arguments within his family, hear about the changes to his relationship, get some terrible news from a dear friend, and catch wind of rumours that suggest my boss is moving on within the comapny, and I’ll have to deal with change again. And I’m instinctively averse to all of it: Confrontation, change, emotional upset.
And I wish I could be an island, but I can’t be. It’s just not in my nature.
So I sit with D and thank whatever part of the universe gave him to me.