Things are coming back to normal in most ways. That almost feels wrong. Shawn's coping mechanisms are different than mine. In some ways his are more healthy. He grieves intensely and quickly and then sets about putting things back together. I'm slower. I've moved in slow motion for the last seven days, taking only tentative steps away from him, and away from home and comfort. And away from memory and back again.

I think our processes can cross and overlap without impeding each others'. I'm willing to make these strange concessions. Perhaps a challenge will be good for me.

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