There is a dog outside howling with cold and loneliness, begging to be let inside. In the quiet of the morning I murmur I know....I know. And isn't what we all want to feel warm safe and secure? The Death of a "Loved One" (how generic is that?) leaves us barren.
There will be o.k days that I will place in the good category. They sure beat the days where memories bring you to your knees (again). Then there are days where you can truly take in life and enjoy it.
This teeter totter of emotions, the ups the downs, starting over again and again trying to attain some sense of normalcy and purpose.
So dog, I hear you crying and hear my own silent screams as another day dawns...