Earlier today, as I was driving to my brother's surprise party and when I was driving home again, I turned to a radio station that played music from the 80's and I am quite sure now, that I am beginning to find music and song in me again. I was singing along when I knew the words and tapping along when I didn't. It's been a long time since I have felt like singing and I'm glad it's coming back.
At the family webpage, someone asked how everyone was doing/dealing with their grief. The song that came to my mind was one that Gavin Degraw sings, "If you ask me how I'm doing, I would say I'm doing just fine... No matter what I say, I'm not over you." The thing is, I am moving forward but I hate saying that because I feel like people will assume that I am 'over it' and I'm not. Even today, I noticed that Dave is uppermost in my thoughts and even when I'm talking about something else, I want to add in the 'Dave bit'.
Last night I was very cold so today I bought an electric blanket which reminded me of Dave. I would go upstairs early to turn the electric blanket on but he would always complain that it wasn't hot enough so he would turn it way up high, intending to turn it down later. However, he would fall asleep despite the heat and the heat would radiate onto my side of the bed and be too hot for me to sleep. To add to that, he would be cuddling me anyway, so I was way too hot! The electric blanket we had was on top of the mattress, not on top as a blanket. The one I bought today is fleecy lined, goes on the mattress and has extra warmth where the feet are. Dave and I both used to have cold feet and he would put his feet on me to get them warm.
At the party, I talked to one of my brother's friends who was originally from the States and who has experience and knowledge of horses and saddles. She has a Western saddle too and gave me some advice on saddles, agistment and places to go. She is another friend who would be willing to come with me when I go to check out a horse. As we talked about horses, it was again with Dave memories and I enjoyed being able to bring him constantly into our conversation.
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