Rough day

Today I listened to recordings of people speaking of their experience, strength and hope when their lives were most difficult. I made some notes.
I spoke with sister June. When to come and what to wear.
I ate my cereal, to which I added flaxseed meal, wheat bran, psyllium seed husks, lecithin, Splenda, cinnamon, dried blueberries, and unsweetened soymilk.
I met with a friend who I talk with Sunday afternoons. We spoke about powerlessness and unmanageability.
I visited the future memorial site, checked on the tables, the effect of scattering dust from various points along the shoreline.
I walked on the river bottom.
I asked for a sign and a huge ship passed by. I was not convinced of my sign-reading ability.
I looked across the river for the presence of a lost friend. Gone, busy. Maybe.
I had a cheese burger and four or five limp french fries. I left a tip and no goodbye.
I bought spinach and almonds and 6 eggs. And Krazy Glue, but it didn't fix my sunglass-clip-on. I bought gas and washed her car.
I drove by the Dollar Tree and by Mayhew and by the last place we went on a Saturday night, and drove by her old shop remembering the times I had dropped her off and picked her up.
I read a letter from sister Kelly. A little sanity and a touch.
I again tried to cancel her eBay seller account on-line but they're still full of obstacles to account cancellation. I'll have to call tomorrow. She had 100% positive ratings.

I sat on the porch and watched the dogs and dog walkers go by. I pondered her gardening shoes and gloves and tools, right where she left them on the porch.

I held her ashes and wished I had my arm around her instead. My mind gets it but not my heart. They've all been without exception rough days. Now I know what missing someone really means. Yes I do.

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