I am having one of those days. Where all I want to do is lay on the couch and be sad. Watch Netflix. Have someone bring me an Oreo Cheesecake milkshake. Scratch the milkshake. I used to share my milkshakes with Phoenix and it would be too sad to drink one now. Oh, and by ‘share’ I mean I get a sip, she steals it and gulps down as much as she can before I wrestle it away from her. Repeat – till milkshake is gone.
Yesterday was Easter and we had a full weekend. Both sets of our parents were in town. We were busy, which kept me distracted from thinking too much about her death. But, now everybody is gone and the hype of Easter is over and I am sad. The couch keeps calling my name. So does Little Brother. So does all the other things that need to be done. I do my best to ignore the couch, but its call is strong today. I try to keep busy. Stupid couch.
I saw this quote the other day by Francis of Assisi, “Start by doing what’s necessary; then do what is possible; and suddenly you are doing the impossible.” Today, I will do what is necessary. That is all I can do.