Today, I am doing ok. Most of this week, however, was not easy. I alternated between feeling a sense of impending doom or just general sadness. I think wrapping up our nightly candlelight vigil for you was harder than I anticipated. It’s not that I don’t still think of you every day, but it’s hard letting go of a concrete practice, a habit, a physical and deliberate act, that we continued to keep you in our lives.
One of the things I’m going to do is start keeping a daily writing and drawing journal. I was reinspired to do so after reading Lynda Barry’s Syllabus: Notes From an Accidental Professor. I know I often say I’m going to start keeping a journal (by hand) again every few months, but I think this time I will make a bigger effort. I realized that having some guidance in the form of exercises and a format for daily observations might be the kind of support I need to get back into the habit.
