Over the weekend, I watched a movie with Hope. (You know I hardly watch movies). We watched The Help, which I don't know if you have seen (you probably have). Anyway, I was amazed that almost throughout the whole movie, I didn't think of you non-stop (double-negative). Except for the part where the main lady (Abelaide?) was talking about the death of her son, of course.
My point is that was the longest stretch of time that my mind wasn't focused on your death. It was a nice break, in a way, from all of the sorrow and sadness but it was extremely weird, surprising and sad too. It's been happening more lately since too. Not that I am forgetting you (that could never happen) but that there is more room in my mind for other thoughts lately.
(Also, I didn't write anything yesterday on the blog. It was busy at work, but I had nothing to say. I am making up for it today, but that hasn't happened in a while either. Love you boy!)
For some reason, I ended up with two of these posts. Not sure how that happened. I deleted the second one.
It just happened again.
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