The moon is "waxing gibbous" which means it's about to give us a show and I'm ready. Dark nights are lonely sometimes. I'm loving having open windows even if just cracked so I can hear the peepers. Oddly enough, that makes me sad too. Spring has always been a celebration of sorts for my family because of Daddy's love of flowers and Easter. I noticed when I drove by Mr. Fisher's house today the flag was at half mast. What a fitting tribute. Ms. Charlene used to spend hours on her knees in that big corner bed with the sun. That was LONG after she retired as a teacher. He became one too, late in life, and was an icon to decades of of school kids. They had a pool and he taught swimming lessons out back for extra money. He taught BG and then hired her later as a teacher herself!
So I cried and I'm better for it. At least now I know why I'm weeping instead of just going " i don't knowwwww". I have found that naming and claiming losses in life is a valuable tool for not going apeshit crazy all at once. Always allow at least a year for major decision making following the death of a close family member. You will be cray-cray and want to sell your Apple stock and move to the beach. Keep things simple and familiar for awhile. Too much trauma = PTSD. And with that I'll leave you with nothing but faith in the goodness of mankind. And umm, the animals too.