Honour Your Inner Magpie

waving hello
Just checking in here briefly, and waving hello to all of you. I am with family-of-the-heart, and while I sail between joy and grief, with regular stops at both those ports-of-call, I am as well as can be expected.

This afternoon I am going to a bead shop where many times Mike has stood and smiled and waited for me to finish choosing shinies, and I won't be surprised to feel his patient-and-indulgent presence there today, watching over me. I do feel like he's nearby, a lot of the time. Part of this, I suppose, is the normal grief thing of expecting to see him where one is in the habit of seeing him. The other part I suppose is also a normal grief thing, but I have less coherence in describing it; all I can say is that I feel his companionship sometimes, and it is a great comfort, even when it makes me cry a little.

We had no unfinished emotional business, and I knew he was happy, and I knew that he knew he was loved. That's about as good as life can get. And that's why I'm happy even when I'm sad, if that makes any sense.

OK, I go finish my brief checking-in, and then go look at shinies. Best to all of you, and I hope this Boxing Day is good to you and vice versa.