The Portal: Portal-ity Thoughts

Today is just one of the many hard days.  I think the ratio of good days vs. bad days should be changing anytime now, and then I tell myself the truth.  This is forever, and I'm pretty sure at day 167, that this isn't going to get any easier.  In fact, I think it may be getting harder as the days pass and I can't see John.  I miss him.  Did you know there was an app for keeping track of days? Yep.  It's on my phone.  I like to know how many days/months it has been.  How sad is that that someone designed an app to track the days in between?  I'm sure they meant it for special countdowns - happy countdowns, but still. I should anticipate these bad days when I'm at home all day.  These days are bound to pop up. After all, last night was a precursor, as I had to finalize the verbiage on John's headstone (unless I change my mind . . .again).   I also woke up today to another article in the local newspaper.  At least ...

Grief.  That's a fun topic to share on, right?  As usual, I will warn you, you brought yourself here, and reading is optional:)  You are going to get tired of me, I know I am.  Do what you need to do to keep your day sunny and bright.  If that means dumping me on Facebook or steering clear of my thoughts or my person, please do.  I give you my permission.  Someone accused me of being addicted to social media, and writing for "likes." She also compared the death of my son to that of Jesus, and asked if I thought a present-day Mary would have "felt a focus to followers on Facebook or to pings on a blog." (Pings?)  As if I orchestrated this pain to get more likes?  She suggested I get off social media, but instead, she unfriended me.  So, problem solved.  The lesson here, not everyone should try to speak into the life of others, and certainly not without your permission. Furthermore, if it's hurtful to you in your current state, ...