Update 69 [grief monsters in transit]

We fly out late tonight, and I am getting stuff sorted out today with the feeling that I am wearing Velcro shoes in a Velcro clad world. Apparently grief thinks my ability to be functionally productive is delicious and has eaten it all, like a big, hungry grief monster. I am fairly sure a sloth could have easily galloped past me given the slightest head start.

Case in point; I am supposed to be packing and instead I am doodling the grief monster eating productivity. Totally helpful.photo

The frequency with which I have made this trip in the last two months is staggering, and I feel entitled to some sort of glittery wing brooch or a bronze statuette of me holding a tiny airplane looking smug and accomplished. (Either those or free inflight booze, WestJet, I am looking at you.)

A gaggle of our England family are also en route today, arriving tomorrow throughout the day. Long trips by plane, train, car and hovercraft (kidding but that would be most cool) The need to be near is just too strong for us all; we just need to cluster together and share our collective tears and laugh at memories and celebrate and hug to release the denial that he is actually gone. But to also solidify the fact that he will never, ever be forgotten.

The intention is to buy enough duty-free to make a barmaid in a tavern of ill repute, blush like a school girl. Go Team!

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2 thoughts on “Update 69 [grief monsters in transit]

  1. Have a safe flight home Tracy…you will feel so much better when you are with your family all together….nothing is better than that under the circumstances….

  2. If it is one thing I have learned since my mom’s death 21 years ago is that death brings us together like nothing else can. All our fights, disagreements, those not talking to each other and all that other stupid stuff fades as we all hug and love each other all over again as the finality of losing someone we love takes over and between the endless tears and laughter (and in Jim’s case I know the laughter will flow like a raging river as he has left us so many amazing and ridiculous memories) true healing of our hearts will begin.

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