Jun 19, 2011 - 8:30 pm
So I spent a week in Berkeley with my brother and SIL and that was WONDERFUL! Getting some distance did help, as I was not constantly surrounded by memories and associations with Frank. Not to mention that helping with 7 month old twin babies (only 4 in their premie adjusted ages) does not leave much room for sitting around moping. A few times sadness reared up and slapped me in the face, like thinking about how when I was away without him we'd speak daily and tell each other about our days...but overall it was a good trip. I managed to get into San Francisco proper a couple of times to visit old friends and my old workplace. And it was amazing to see my mom meet her grandchildren for the first time; she was just glowing being with them. This weekend I caught up on household stuff and fixed up my community garden plot and terrace container garden. It was beautiful weather but damn it, I missed him, missed him, missed him SO MUCH. If he was here we would have probably gone for a long bike ride. I should take my bike out and go for a long ride in his memory --he was quite a cyclist, I'm just a recreational rider--but I'm not there yet. I find myself thinking, well, I made it through another weekend. What will I do next weekend to make it through? Keep putting one foot in front of the other, I guess.