I’ve been pretty mellow since I got home.
I spent my first day back, on Friday doing errands for the tattoo shop and also went to The Bay to buy a new suitcase. My old suitcase bit the bucket on the way home … busted the zipper (thankfully didn’t lose anything) and it will cost more money to repair then to buy a new suitcase. I love my old suitcase. It was like a trunk. It had shelves… Yes. SHELVES! It was truly amazing and they don’t make them anymore. I will miss it terribly. 🙁
Sat I spent almost the entire day on the couch. I watched a lot of TV (caught up on my TIVO shows) and cried a lot. I don’t know if it was the stress of the trip, combined with hearing that my friends boyfriend passed away and realizing that it was the anniversary of my friend Peter passing … but I lost it yesterday. Cried, cried and cried some more. I was a weepy mess.
I had a visit from Peter in a dream Friday night. He held my hands and looked at me in that way that he always did. I was happy to have a moment with him but dreams are fleeting. I woke up so overwhelmingly sad. He’s been gone 8 years today and I light a memorial candle for him every year and watch a little video I have of him telling stories but it doesn’t feel like enough. My heart still hurts.
What do you do to remember loved ones who have died?