Easter Sunday, 2023
Sitting here this morning, almost afternoon, thinking about life.
As a widow. 2 weeks from today it will be 8 years.
As a momma and a grannee, to those who are grown, adulting, living their own lives.
I guess it would be right to say that I am a bit "moody & blue" today.
Melancholy, I suppose.
- except the definition for "melancholy" says it means "depressed".
I am not depressed - or at least I do not feel depressed.
It's more of a sadness - for what was, for what is not now.
A sadness for what I thought there was.
A sadness for the realizations now of what there isn't, what there never was.
It's not a time for me to curl up and cry myself into sleep and oblivion.
It's more like a time of quietness and reflection.
A time of letting go.
A time of taking that next step. Even if I don't see that next step - still time to raise my foot and put it somewhere!
Thinking I will order a pizza and salad - that way I don't have to cook, or even think about finding something to eat.
Then, work on finishing Joshua's quilt for his birthday later this week.
Maybe find a movie to watch - hopefully one that will make me laugh out loud for a little while.
It's Sunday. Easter.
And here I am alone.
But, knowing that it's ok.
To be alone.
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