Off the grid.....

Happy Independence day weekend, dear readers !

I am getting ready to go to the lake and spend the weekend with the fam. This will be my first Fourth without G, so I am kind of apprehensive. It will also be the first time I've stayed down there since he passed. So.....should be interesting.

I will be in the land of the Edge network and dial-up, so my time on the interwebz will be limited....**SOB**

But I will be back Sunday with lots of pics and hopefully a good weekend report.

Everyone have a safe and happy weekend ! See you soon !

Thanks yall

I just want to say thanks to all of you who read my blog. The comments you leave help me more than you will ever know. And thanks to yall that read and then send me e-mails or tweets.

This has been very therapeutic. I am seeing a counselor, and it does help, but honestly?? YALL are my therapy, my medicine. Even when I write about something that causes me to leak tears all over my keyboard, it feels good inside. I think if I kept it all inside I would be crazy (er).

I don't always respond to the comments, because I'm still trying to figure out how to answer you each individually ! I want to show the same care to responding to your comments as you do leaving them on my blog!

So anyway, thanks again.

You being here makes it tolerable. I appreciate each one of you.

Why?

• Why us??
• Why me??
• Why did he fall and hit his head and not me? Why wasn't I there to catch him, instead of brushing my frigging teeth?
  
• Why didn't I know it was bad?
• Why did he laugh it off and be excited about his black eye?
  
• Why didn't Natasha Richardson die the week before so I would know what "talk and die" syndrome was?
  
• Why didn't I take him to the hospital even though I know he wouldn't let me?
• Why was the cut only about a 1/4 inch long?? YOU CAN'T DIE FROM THAT!!!
  
• Why couldn't I fix it?
• Why didn't I MAKE HIM STOP DRINKING?
• Why wouldn't he?
• And why am I drinking enough for the both of us now?
  
• Why is it my fault?
• Why do I want it to be?
• Why do I feel fine one second and not the next?
• Why is my guilt like a river, calm in one spot and raging the next?
• Why wasn't it someone else's turn to die?
• Why does everyone tell me it will get better? Do they know?
  
• Why do I even ask?
• Why am I still here? I was a bad wife and a bad friend.
• Why couldn't I save him?
• Why is my life going on , when his can't?
• Why can't anyone answer me?
• And if they did, why couldn't they help?
• Why is there only one person whose word I take as gold, when I have so many friends?
• What the hell is wrong with me?
• Why can't I catch a freaking break??

Why did this.......



.....turn into this???





Welcome to my personal hell. These are what 90% of my thoughts are made up of these days. No wonder I have nothing. Nothing but Grief and Dr. Lecter.

In the words of the song....Oh yes, I'm the Great Pretender.

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