Well, I just got back into Springfield from Kansas City. I would say "I just got home" but I don't really have a sense of where that is right now. Somewhere in the skies between here and Charlotte? I'm not sure. I've been in MO for about a month now...minus one quick week in Charlotte. I'm finding myself missing two things: the prayer room and a routine to get into.
Today I thought I was excited to get alone after all of the funeral activities, family, etc that have been whirling around me. Now that I'm alone I feel strange. I think my grandpa's death hasn't really effected me too much personally - other than watching my grandma and mom go through many tears. I cried with them, but they were more shared tears than my own. There was one time on my way to the funeral i got out a good cry. I was feeling very sick from my sinus infection (yeah that was fun to have in the midst of all of this) and started to cry from the pain...then I just kept going through the funeral. Feeling thankful and sneezy at the same time.
So here I sit, in Springfield again. Alone with my thoughts and hopefully I can drink them in.
2 comments:
drink it up dear.
hey it was great seeing you the other night. sorry i called you mitch.
but you had it coming, given the circumstances.
i don't know when you're leaving again, but if you're here for a bit longer and are getting bored, i have a lot of free time now, haha.
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