i wasn't ready

When Daniel died, I kept moving. When James died, I slowed down. When my grandpa passed I picked up the pace and haven't stopped - until now. I've just stopped. Eating, sleeping, caring, enjoying. Overwhelmed with emotion that I'm unwilling to own. I'm still not ready. Vic has liver disease and I can only sit here and wait. Need to explode, want to explode, hoping to soon explode. So I can get back to moving.

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[GinBaby]

Oh, shit, honey.  I'm so sorry.  I miss you fiercely and love you.