I’m writing this blog for me.  I could just write to myself but I don’t think I would be as faithful to writing for my own sake.  I will not pretend that my sentence structure is perfect or that my punctuation is on point.  (My KSU journalism professors would have their red editing pens out and going to town on my writing.)  There are so many thoughts and feeling swirling around in my heart, head and soul.  Sometimes it seems that I can’t write it down fast enough.

The initial shock and numbness is ebbing away and reality is coming back into focus.  Honestly, I prefer the numbness to the prickling thoughts that stick in my head:  what about Christmas, what about Monday lunches, what about all of Dad’s stuff, what about the questions I meant to ask him, what are we supposed to do now?  The whats and whys and hows are part of the cycle in my thoughts. I wish my thoughts would slow down a bit and I could finish an activity.    For now I will try to stay present in this moment of peace with my sweet Ginger dog on my lap, under my laptop, and a cool glass of water.