I spent most of my day embraced by love. I am happy for the fact that I have such a wonderful tribe of people who care about me. I have family members who check in to see if I am OK. (I am) I have friends who extend an ear if/when I need to talk. It matters not, if I need to cry, laugh, or reminisce. I have friends who gingerly approach my feelings about death and the afterlife. (I have no problems discussing this as long as no one tries to trash my views.) I have had people reach out to me that I haven’t been in touch with for awhile. It makes me feel less alone with my grief. I am not in any way trying to be heroic. I am feeling all my feelings which may change from hour to hour.
I love my tribe. My afternoon ended with more bad news on another front. I wondered if I should just wave a white flag and crawl under my covers to hide from the world. This is truly one of the very rare occasions that I wish I drank alcohol. Getting drunk sounds like a good idea tight now. But , I know it solves no problems.
G-d, grant me the strength to keep moving one foot in front of the other until this grief is lessoned.
Your three things today are: TRASH HEROIC PINCH