As I move through the beginning of the second week, I’m overcome by these waves of energy, along with depressions… It’s cyclical, but I’ll be damned if I can find a pattern.
I’ll wake up, full of energy and life and ready to take on the day, and within an hour, I’m on my couch… trying to pretend the world around me doesn’t exist.
The twisty pain comes over me and I want to cry again.
I suppose the trick is to make use of those moments of energy…
Today my Kathy commented that Mark wants to come home – that he had asked that of me several times while he was in the hospital.
I’ve been putting it off. I don’t get to put it off any longer – he’s being cremated tonight… and I want to bring him home. He needs to be with his family.