frm 9/14/20…… came across this 5/13/26 as I sat at intermission of a Chicago concert in Montgomery. Bill loved their music.We had seen them in Auburn in 1975. Blast from the past…. Withba side dish ofvgruef.
For a skinny minute, as I reflected on my day, I thought I had confined my tears to those few minutes right after I woke up and now just before I turn in…. and then I remembered I cried when I talked to the supplemental health insurance company for the third time in two weeks trying to get the straight and skinny on when they would stop deducting Bill’s premium from the bank account and send a refund and I cried when I had to call my son to straighten out a computer issue for me this afternoon. I’m still in a state of being right at the top edge of “whelmed.” There does not seem to be much margin available to work through the simplest of challenges. A reservoir of barely-contained grief just sloshes out over the rim with the least little bit of rattling or bumping some days. Not every day…… but some days.