I’m back. I’ve been wallowing away with my time doing nothing after the tragedies that set in– my dog Spike’s demise and Dan’s sudden death. I just felt I had to deal with everything first before going back to blogging.
Anyway, for those even remotely interested to know, I’m actually doing fine now. But sometimes I feel like my hand has been cut and I’m not even aware of it. Just last week I’ve been hit by another bout of depression, knowing that Spike wasn’t there anymore. Out of habit I guess, everytime I go home, I still glance at his little corner where he patiently waited for 15 years for my weekly dog grooming. The reality hit me hard just as the idea of Dan’s unexpected death.
Like everything else, I know, this too shall pass.