I’m beginning to wonder if after a while people like us start to loose the close connection we have with our loved ones primarily because they’re not with us every day.
It’s different if they were just away and were coming back but the permanence of lose, the fact that they won’t ever be on the sofa again next to you, well it gets to me and frightens the life out of me.
All I rely on at the moment is distraction. Sleep more, movies, books, garden when it’s dry, not that much takes my interest indoors so hoovering, dusting, sorting out stuff I just leave. All of it seems so pointless in the scheme of things.
When it’s quiet indoors my minds thinks such things. I’m almost glad I’ve got a stinking cold, at least it redirects the unhappiness
It’s different if they were just away and were coming back but the permanence of lose, the fact that they won’t ever be on the sofa again next to you, well it gets to me and frightens the life out of me.
All I rely on at the moment is distraction. Sleep more, movies, books, garden when it’s dry, not that much takes my interest indoors so hoovering, dusting, sorting out stuff I just leave. All of it seems so pointless in the scheme of things.
When it’s quiet indoors my minds thinks such things. I’m almost glad I’ve got a stinking cold, at least it redirects the unhappiness