Today should be day 56 but I’m skipping today.
Today Jonathan and I drove to West Virginia to say goodbye to his grandmother. She’s not eating or drinking. She’s on morphine most of the time. She’s tired.
I haven’t dealt with death since my own grandmother died almost six years ago. I was still a kid then. I hadn’t seen my dad, my always-laughing and joking dad, cry.
So for today I’m skipping. I started this project to remind myself not to be so cynical and critical, but some days should be reserved for sadness.