[That’s the Indigo Girls, Folks.]
Whew. What a week. I am regularly cycling through the 7 Stages of Grief about every hour to hour and a half. I have been silent and loud and fine and inconsolable. It’s insane. Let me say again (and again and for the 80-thousandth time) that my community amazes me. You people… you people are amazing. I could hear your very audible, “Ooooh. Ooooooooh, no.” and I could feel the empathy and I could see the defeat in your eyes. And then, I could see you picking yourself up and saying, “Alright. Let’s go. Give me part of your pain. I will carry a portion for you.” And I would picture this, and I would take another step forward. I also made an apple pie. I am doing ok. Your words have given me strength and laughs and community in a place that is so very prone to hurt and isolation. Thank you for diving in with me. I do not say this lightly: I really really like you.
And now, a conversation from last week… possibly hormone-induced.
girl: What if I went completely crazy? Would you leave me?
boy: I cannot leave you. It’s not an option… for either of us.
girl: But what if I totally lost it. I mean, totally.
girl: What if I set fire to the house… accidentally?
girl: Seriously, though. What if?
boy: I will not leave.
girl: So, you wouldn’t leave?
boy: No. Even if you went totally nuts and set fire to the house. I wouldn’t leave.
boy: [look of: got it?]
girl: So, you wouldn’t… but you’d want to, right?
High-five if you’re crazy. I’ve got pie waiting for you.
[photo: Ry got new shoes this weekend. She’s psyched.]