Thanks to everybody who’s been sending me notes of sympathy and encouragement by email and in the comments. I haven’t commented/posted as frequently as I normally do and I haven’t visited anybody’s blogs, either, and some of you are worried about me.
I’ve not posted for a couple of reasons:
- because it’s hard to joke around when you’re down, and
- because joking around seemed kind of disrespectful to the memories of my brother-in-law and Rachel (our friend who died of ovarian cancer Sunday).
It sounds foolish now that I actually say these words out loud, so maybe it’s a good thing I finally just sat down and wrote them out.
I know Mark and Rachel wouldn’t want us to stop being who we are just because they’re gone, but still… I felt this way after the World Trade Center attacks—I couldn’t write anything for months. When a young man from our cul-de-sac was killed in 2003, I couldn’t write anything for almost a year.
Back then I hadn’t met all of you though, and suddenly I see what a good thing an online community can be… because you people don’t let anyone just run away and hide.
You email them and tell them you’re thinking about them or you keep posting comments asking how everything is going. Next thing I know I’m remembering how some of you’ve lost loved ones recently, too, or suffered miscarriages, or went through painful divorces or illnesses or whatever… and dang! It’s time to stop feeling sorry for myself!
So thanks, everyone, for keeping me from sliding into a real funk. You’re good people.