trying to pick up the pieces.

today was a little easier then yesterday. my father, my best friend, my hero... loved my blog.
mainly because most of it was about him, but also because he knew it was my place to be creative. i am continuing on because he would want me to. i miss him more than words can say. today is a new day.



i seem to be falling apart.
my attention span
can be measured in seconds.
my patience in minutes.
i cry at the drop of a hat.
feelings of anxiety and restlessness
are my constant companions.
rainy days seem extra dreary.
sunny days seem an outrage.
other people's pain and
frustrations seem insignificant.
laughing, happy people seem
out of place in this world.
it has become routine to
feel half crazy.
i am normal i am told.
i am a newly grieving person.