I write because I can't stand talking on the phone and I don't know how to text message. I also will have fodder to embarrass my children when it comes time to put together the 'wedding reel' of their lives...complete with Paul Anka singing in the background "Good morning yesterday, you wake up- and time has slipped away..."
Blogging is email for the public. It's fee free therapy. It's acting on a cyber stage. It's substance abuse that doesn't kill you....well, they haven't determined that yet.
Why do you do blog, cruise blogs, comment on blogs, stalk blogs...why?
it's been six months to the day since my dad passed away. i am still so shocked sometimes of it's finality. like a cold hard slap across my reality. it still sucks. i imagine it always will, but hope it doesn't . denial, anger, bargaining, depression, acceptance. just when i think i am doing okay one of my girls will say something about poppy in heaven or that he is dead or we laugh about making a 'poppy face' or something. i guess the fact that i am still paying attention to how many days or months have passed that i am hovering somewhere between bargaining and acceptance. sometimes i hate being a grown up.