I feel like I'm doing okay. But then I realize I haven't responded to texts or emails or calls--not because I've deliberately chosen to ignore them, but because their existence has altogether slipped off the slick surface of my brain. My brain which can't seem to hold onto an idea or a thought right now.
I'm also leaving things behind everywhere I go. I've always done this--my parents used to lay bets on what I'd forget to bring home whenever I left--but I'm even worse than usual right now.
It occurred to me that maybe this is how the aftermath feels. I did all my crying this summer. And now there's this.
If you don't mind, would you share how your experience played out after the death of a family member?