It strikes me as somewhat amusing what forms the waves of grief can take. Or what can trigger a storm. This afternoon, it was getting a picture from my husband of a new statute being installed along the interstate. One of my first thoughts was how that Gordon would think that'd be interesting. And then my stomach drops and my heart breaks a little.
This was after a morning that nearly had me running away. I realized with a start that many of my family were "on the road" and my anxiety went through the roof. I guess I didn't want to run away so much as just run to where ever my girls were and stand really close to them. This would have been running away from my job....and so I took a bunch of deep breaths and determined I had to work. There should be nothing stopping me. And there wasn't....but oh buddy did I feel like I wanted to be elsewhere.
