March 4, 2013
Writing documents the feeling. I think getting the energy away from my heart and into my head to form words is therapeutic for me. It's not a total escape from emotions, but a relocated place to process it. Grief extends itself into new territory: I put Dad's dog in a cage and sent this noble, loyal, gentle animal to Jeff in California. Dad is dead, so I don't feel much pain around him. But Bella looked so sad and bewildered, which is haunting me now. I have to have faith that God is overseeing all and will make it OK.