This reminded me that I need to get back to work. Remembering and recording what I still remember. I’ve been avoiding doing that. I don’t like that place, and I don’t want to go back there. But allowing myself to go back there is the only way I get to see her, again. I miss talking about Susan. There’s no one I can do that with anymore. After reading the above post, I also recognized more than ever the importance in telling our story. If for no one other than myself.
My life has gotten busier, which is good. I’ve been rigorously trying to carve out a new life for myself amidst the little that is left of it. It’s what Susan wanted me to do. It makes me happy to think, at the very least, I am able to do that much for her still. Which is to say, continue living, and searching for a way to be happy, again. She would have been very pleased to see that I’m getting involved in Theatre, again. But, I also need to attend to this blog. I still have a story to tell and people and places to revisit. Soon.