There are no pills or potions, creams or concoctions when it comes to reducing the emotional toll of living and loving with abandon. I tackle the regret, the disappointments, the failures and the losses the same way I do everything else – with hope, with help, with humility. It helps that I'm a talker.
I talked quite a bit with friends and family before Jimmy and I put down our family pet of 18 years on Wednesday of this week. I thought I was prepared. Logic rarely has the upper hand with sentiment.
Two days later, I know more than I did when I went with the tide of emotions that come with loss. This, too, shall pass. Meanwhile, I rely on the grief that keeps the world turned down to a reasonable volume to manage my recovery. The muffled sounds of life are a comfort for the moment.
Please accept my apologies for the lack of Fun Fotos. Fun is just too much effort today.