Purpose

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.