Yeah, it’s been a while. When I was writing regularly on here, or, “actively processing my grief”, as they say, it helped me greatly. But I reached the point where I was going to have to start writing about Susan’s treatment, and I got stuck. I just didn’t want to open that door again. So I refused to let those memories out for a time. Now they’re resurfacing anyway. A memory, a moment, here and there, and I freeze. I can’t just shove it in a trunk and lock it away. I need and want to talk about this stuff. So, once more into the breech.
I’m working on changing a few things about the website. The posts are divided between a traditional blog, and a memoir called The Choppy Water. There’s currently a category drop down that allows filtering between the two post types. The Choppy Water is divided into chapters. That seems really obnoxious to me now and I apologize. At some point that will change, along with a site structure that’s easier to navigate.
Thank all of you who bother to read these posts. It means a lot that you allow me to share these experiences with you. Like I said, it helps me to talk about it and it’s nice to know someone out there is listening.