And some days? Aren’t.
“…One day at a time is the best way to deal with this. And trust me there are going to be good days as well as bad ones. I still remember the first time I really laughed after my family member died. First I laughed out loud and then I stopped in a kind of shocked silence. It felt so good to be happy after being sad for so long. After that I began to look out side of my grief at the world. Still had the bad days but there were good ones too. Now more good than bad…”
22 Feb 2010
(Not sure that it’s good form to quote yourself but technically I have too. This is from something I wrote in another part of cyberspace. When I went back and read it, I realized that it kind of summed up the weekend. Why it was important to spend that quality time with WB and the sailboat. It’s how I got here. Hugs, Ann :D)