Salsa for One
When my father passed away in 1992, I coped like any 12-year-old girl might cope. I imagined he was just away on a business trip and would come home soon. I would dream that I called home and he answered the phone and I’d be speechless. I’d wake up in the middle of the night thinking I heard him open the garage door.
Even 16 years later, I’ve realized I’m still employing some of the same coping mechanisms, but this time to my current situation. Although I know this “loss” is the result of a deliberate action, and not something completely out of my control, it is still a loss nonetheless. And I find its a little easier to pretend that the reason I’m ordering 1 burrito instead of two, or getting 3 takeout cups of salsa instead of six is because he is on vacation, and not the obvious reality that is quite the opposite. I imagine this is going to take some time.
Megan said,
April 9, 2008 @ 10:14 pm
I’m so sorry. This post broke my heart. :(
pookiesmom said,
April 10, 2008 @ 4:14 pm
Hugs to you hon! Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.