Between phone calls and breakdowns I wrote a paper for my Assessments course, due on Tuesday night. I didn't want to ask for an extension for some reason. I've never done that. I don't really know how to ask for things. I finished the paper. My sister's voice, her laugh, her body, woven between paragraphs of the PCL:YV, YLS/CMI... and I never will be able to separate them.
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3 comments:
Grief is weird. I would have done the paper too, I think. Your mind needs something to do, especially in the first month.
I love the way your mind works. Is it possible that in some strange way, Colleen was returned to you as your sister so that you could think of her forever as she was before all the bad stuff happened? Sending more hugs in case you need some.
Ivy, you're right that there is a need for something to do, a distraction, a way of occupying the mind so it doesn't dwell in dark places. I do not look forward to getting my mark on that paper though.
Heart, I think it's possible. I need the possibilities and I also need the hugs.
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