One of life’s cruelest realities is that no matter what happens, it just keeps marching on. The sun keeps rising and setting, work still needs to be done, bills need to be paid, you still need to eat, shower, comb your hair and all that jazz even though you just want to curl up in your bed and never come out from under the covers. I’m not sure how it happens, but if you are like me, at some point in your life, your covers became magical and able to protect you from all kinds of bad things.
Remember when I told you I can’t make this shit up? I had barely re-emerged from my cocoon and during week 3 of what will be referred to as the breakup aftermath going forward, I got sick. It was just a cold but the cough still lingers. And as we all know, a cold can take down most people and turn them back into toddlers without much effort.
But that’s not the most important thing that happened that week. Steve’s mom (who I really liked) became gravely ill and was hospitalized. After about a week, she peacefully passed away with all her children present. Tomorrow I will sit with her family to say goodbye to an extremely kind, welcoming and caring woman. She was stronger than most women can even imagine being and faced more challenges and loss in life that any one should have to bear. My hope is that she is now at peace with her husband and daughter in heaven, keeping an eye on us and selfishly, I am imagining she will always make sure I get a good kitty when playing cribbage.
And while all this was happening, the sun kept rising and setting. There was work to be done and I did start combing my hair again because as cruel as it feels, life keeps going on. As unfair as it seems that life keeps moving, I am also comforted that life keeps marching on. Each day that passes is one more day I have had to heal. Each day that passes is one more day closer I am to my adventure. Each day that passes is one more day I was OK.