So it’s been two months since Eddie’s passing, and one month since I last posted. I thought about writing and checking in here many times this past month. I was too drunk to. Sorry.
Had dinner with Ceej and Queen B tonight. Lots of good talk, good food (oysters and lobster rolls), and drink. It was unofficially BYOC, which I did.
I told Evan the neighbor that I’ve been having some very hard days, and that some days are relatively easy, and that other days are just a mix. You never know what you’re going to get, like what Mrs. Gump always said. But chocolates are always sweet, and unexpected waves of grief aren’t. What’s it like? It feels like pain and pressure on the left side of my chest. And when I ask myself what’s wrong, I don’t have an answer. Overall, I’m okay though. How many times have I sent that in texts…
I tried to upload a photo but I’m having some technical difficulties. More later.