Since the fire I still have not unpacked the "maybe-we-might-have-to-evacuate" boxes. Right now this minute I should be doing it, but I'm not.
I call it procrastination, but in reality it is avoidance--not of doing the work but of finding and seeing pictures and mementos of Joe's life.
It still hurts.
So, I will blog.
Facebook.
Eat.
Snack.
Watch t.v.
FaceTime grandbabies.
Even do the dishes so I don't have to look at painful memories that make me cry.
Darn that grief and death that continues to haunt my life.
Darn those shooters that started that fire.
Darn that drunk that killed my husband.
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