I want to shut off my brain.
I’ve tried everything today, not to think of her.
I’ve shopped; I’ve visited with friends; I’ve cleaned; I’ve watched TV; I’ve read.
But there’s no escape from it. It looms before me, the anniversary of her death. I can’t help but think, at this time last year, she was alive. By tomorrow, she will have been dead one entire year.
How is that possible?
How have I not exploded with my grief?