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Today was, or is the 25.
And oddly enough I woke up and it was a new day. I felt like I could conquer anything, anything in my path. Be it physical or mental, even though I knew which day it was.
And all was well.
Sure I had spend an entire night tossing and turning anticipating nightmare in their worst forms, but truthfully they hadn’t come.
And yes, I did find it a little harder to handle the banter that follow Keven and Melissa everywhere.
I would have rather spent my day wandering around Red Deer, having fun, than locked in this house Too much time for my mind to continue to ignore anything that might bother me.
I decided that I might as well just face the demon. Not force myself to think about anything, no. But allow myself to feel. So I picked up the only book that I have found, in recent memory anyway that allows me to do that. I have realized that I don’t find Sisterhood depressing it just lets me feel, for the characters, for myself. Walls come down for the author and her words.
So I cried while Melissa slept and Keven watched her.
I didn’t cry for memories, I just cried.
He did look back at one point and see the tears, and I have never had a more reassuring face made in my direction before.

I want to come home tonight.
Maybe if I ask really nice Keven will let me
More over, I would like to go out and dance, shake the sadness out of my bones and scare the memories back to where they belong.
- posted by Catherine @ 6/26/2005 11:17:00 PM