Switcheroo

You guys, I am so livid. Things at work have gone totally downhill. The director we were going to have for our next show had to suddenly drop out. His mother had a stroke and he needed to go back home and deal with family stuff, which I completely understand. It’s WHO they replaced him with that I am mad about…

Good Morning Indeed

“Good morning.” I said.

Adam woke me up by kissing my forehead.

Rocks

I’ve been back to work for almost a week and it all seems so…weird. Being back has been helping keep me distracted and things are going to get pretty busy next week as we’re going to start rehearsals for the next show (we just finished auditions for it and they went okay) while simultaneously having performances in the evening. The overlap will last a few weeks until the new show is ready to go into tech; we’ll have to strike our current show the week before while simultaneously loading in the new set. It’ll be pretty hectic but I think the distraction is the best thing for me.

The Final Gift

Slowly, painfully, things are going back to normal. Well, my new normal…without Anna. Occasionally I will see or do or smell something that will remind me of her and it will feel like a bucket of ice water is poured over me as someone punches me in the gut. I can’t breathe and it all comes rushing back. Like what happened yesterday.

Granted

At our last session, Dr. Sheehan said that my grief for Anna would ease with time and that getting back to my old routine would help me move on. The problem was…I didn’t want to move on.

Silence, My Old Friend

We buried Anna today.

This is the End

And on that cheery last post, Modern Day Faith is officially over forever.
Thanks for reading!
-del