We are grieving over the loss of a loved one who has left too early for his time.
All I am doing is to find distractions until hubby returns from his trip overseas where he can be with the family. I don't think reality has sunk in yet, it comes in waves and often knocks me off my feet in the middle of the day.
So I bake and knit and clean and cook whenever I'm not out, keeping myself busy with all kinds of things that will distract my mind. It's those quiet moments I fear. They make me aware of how fragile life is, and how fast it can be over.
It will be such joy when we meet again.
