Monday, May 30, 2011
Memorial Day
The weekend is over and I have survived. It’s been tough though. I’m beginning to realize that it will take some time before I truly feel comfortable here in Maine without Steve. His presence is everywhere here—on the porch, in the house, at the tennis court, the bocce court and most of all in my head. Somehow in Philadelphia, it’s easier to look forward and not get overwhelmed by the past. But here in Maine the loss feels so much fresher, the pain that much rawer. I know it will get better. It will just take time to make new memories so the old ones won’t hurt as much.
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The first of many and I do understand that geography and environment (and the people in it) changes ones perspective......eventually it begins to even itself out but there are those corners of the world and heart that perhaps may never survive the 'oneship'. If you do something often enough, you learn to accommodate to the differences or at least redefine them. The important thing is to face them..........you're doing fine.
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