I found out today that one of my husband’s best friends died. He was one of the few friends I went back to the state we met in to mourn with when my husband died. To be honest, I feel like I was stabbed in the gut. I can’t stop crying again. I am so grief burned out that the mere thought of being close to more people and having them die, sucks. I’m so over humans. I forget how to people. The effort of relating is just too much.
On a slightly less depressing note, I decided to make a quilt. Yes, a quilt. I’m making patches dedicated to each of the people that have up and died on me. It might cover a continent when I’m finished, but…yeah. I’m a do this thing. Make a quilt. Sure. Or at least try.
So tired, but at least I have a half-assed goal.