It's December 2, 2010. It is two days short of two months since my dad's funeral. I am okay with the fourth of any month, but not the twenty-second. The twenty-second makes me feel panicky and sad.
I am dealing okay, I guess. I'm working, and so grateful to both have a job and a predictable schedule. Life has shaken itself out to be somewhat tolerable. The funeral was planned for a week-and-a-half after the death, time I took off of work that was enormously beneficial. I crossed paths with an old friend who was so very kind to let me lean on him; now that he has kind of receded back into his own life, I ponder the concept of a healer. They sure do come out of unexpected places sometimes. God bless him.
In lieu of yet seeking a bereavement group, or a counselor, I'm going to try a reflective grief journal for a while. We'll see how it goes.
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