Guilt and chicken wings
So…. Today it has been three months since I lost D. Well… not lost… But you know what I mean. I can’t help but feel guilty that I’m not more upset. I’m definitely aching, don’t get me wrong, but I got out of bed, and I had breakfast, and I got on with the day. It hurts all the time, but it’s starting to become a constant background noise that occasionally gets to me rather than something that interrupts my day every day.
I also made bbq plum chicken wings, and a loaded potato. Two of D’s favourite lazy weekend foods! 🙂
For now, I am two beers down, a third one calling my name, watching the Hawks v Swans game (GO HAWKERS!) and will thoroughly enjoy catching up with friends tonight.