Getting myself to write about my Gala has not been. I think about her much, and I think that I need to write for my grieving. But I just go around it. I guess it just has to come when it has to. But the words have difficulty to come to me.
But something out of the ordinary occured. Earlier today, I sensed a deep feeling that I wanted to hold and embrace her. Knowing that tomorrow would be 4 months that had passed since she died, I thought to myself that I should wait until then. But instead, I reached for her urn and embraced her while I took a short nap. Afterwards, I placed it back and lit a candle.
Later on, I came across the calendar and realized that I had my dates mixed up. Today wasn’t the 28th but was the 29th! This left me perplexed; I still can’t put it quite together or maybe there isn’t anything to put together…
The thing now is that I felt the urge to write about it. And I want to continue to write about her, so I’ll always remember the little things —and the big things— that made her and that made me love her :o) I miss her so, so much…
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