Once again I'm writing about the hardness of April. Once again I'm sinking into a 'funk' that has no rhythm or rhyme, just a loneliness, a quietness, a drifting away and unengaged. Once again it's April and my body is remembering all that I had to do two years ago; the last two weeks of Jim's life before he left us all on May 7th.
Last night Dave put on an old Bonnie Raitt CD and I was flooded with memories. The good news is I was seeing Jim as healthy and vibrant in these images that flashed behind my eyes. I have been waiting for the most recent images of my sick Jim to fade and to start holding tighter to the gorgeous, athletic, funny-faces and Irish-mugged Jim. Last night I had a brief showing of that healthy man again.
|We danced, always.|
This is my April, once again.
Loving you all back