Between extra work, mourning, and a new project, I am wiped out. My cats have sad faces and obviously miss Mac. Felix, my big tabby, hid under the bed during a thunderstorm–something he’s never done before. He’s frightened not to have Mac around to protect him.
Grief has an insidious way about it. There is the past and then there are the stories we create about the past and our reflection upon them.
I’m still trying to rise out of the swamp around me.
To that end, along with Marie from 1WriteWay (yay!), I’m taking a four week course from Apiary Lit in “Flash Essay on the Edge.” You’re right: the title is perfect for me right now. I’ll keep you posted. When we’re done, Marie and I will review the course.
Have a wonderful fourth of July. When I was a kid, I used to spend it on the lake with my father.