I started a blog with this title a month ago and never finished. I really relate to what C.S. Lewis wrote after his wife died: "..no one told me about the laziness of grief...I loathe the slightest effort." With a move and the start of school I haven't really been lazy but I want to be. And with the scraps of free time left, I just want to be quiet--read, think, sleep. So, I've failed to return calls or reply to emails or send thank you notes. All of those will come, but for now I just wanted to let you all know: I'm OK. I've loved your cards, comments, gifts and especially the letters. It comforts me to know a friend across the country is thinking of me. I just find it hard to reach back.
I checked my sister's blog several weeks ago and noticed there were several comments from my friends who haven't heard from me and so read her blog to check up on me. (That's only part of the story--my sister's blog is just fun to read.) I'm so glad my sister's writing still. I'm amazed that she's had the strength to do so. I haven't--not yet.
How am I doing? Mainly, I find it counter-productive to think too much about that question. I'm sad but going forward as best I can. Some days are beautiful and some are difficult. Isn't that how it is for all of us.