I was looking for a bag to pack my travel knitting in. In which to pack my travel knitting. Whatever. Nevermind the sheer optimism of an arthritic thinking that she’ll be able knit. (It’s kind of cute, actually.)
Turns out, the closet where I keep my travel knitting bags is also the closet I never go in. (I don’t like to travel.) Because it’s the closet I never go in, that’s where I put a lot of my Casey memorabilia. Because it’s the closet I never go in, I forgot that all that stuff was in there.
Do you know what a sucker punch to the groin feels like? I imagine it’s something like opening a closet door and seeing life-sized toy dogs which look like the beloved animal you put to sleep four and a half months ago.
Needless to say I took a small break from packing to have a little cry.
I am so sorry to hear that. I’m not going to tell you it gets better, but it gets easier in the sense that the sadness is a little less most days…until you walk in the closet where all the memorabilia is and…well, you know.
I am so sorry I sent the video I sent to yesterday,or was it Monday?. Obviously, I had no way of knowing what happened.
I have absolutely no words of wisdom for you, just someone who understands what you’re going through and am here for you if you need me.