It’s been a quiet spring around here. My grandmother died. I’m sorry if that sounds abrupt. She passed away on February 28 and I just haven’t known how to sit down and write those words before now.
So it’s been knitting, lighter posts, and sometimes silence because that’s been easier for me than dealing with the mortality of those that I love, as well as my own. I long for heaven, but sometimes I wish we could all go together and no one had to miss anyone or leave anyone behind. Ever.
At first I couldn’t get past the soundbite part of the event.
Do you know what I mean when I mention the soundbite part of a life event? Where you replay it over and over in your head in little one or two line summaries, or soundbites, imagining how you would explain it to someone else, and you don’t let it touch you any deeper than that because … well, because you simply can’t. Not yet.
Or maybe I’m the only one who does things like that.