So this afternoon I was visiting with my friend Pat and we were talking about her daughter in law. I mentioned that my mother in law was none too sure about me in the beginning but eventually stopped referring to me as her son’s wife and started calling me her daughter. Not her daughter in law…her daughter.
And then I started crying. Maybe I really AM a basket case.
No, not really. There’s no need to worry, I promise.
Lately, I am just missing people I can’t talk to anymore. I think this may be a good thing, indirectly. I think it means I’m processing some losses that I really haven’t dealt with. So if the pain is all fresh again, this time I can feel it and move forward.
I think it’s interesting that the only death I feel like I’ve fully processed is Steve’s Dad, Dean. We actually talked about his death before it happened. Of course, I’d still love to have a chat with Dean, but it doesn’t leave a big gaping wound to think about it.
Becky, my unpaid analyst, what do you think that means?