Grace Notes on Love & Loss
Last night I got angry with Francesco for leaving.
I hadn’t realised how much I’d pinned my feelings of well-being on being with him.
I’ve had a lot of time to get familiar with when my mood has dropped.
Is it possible to be free in the face of illness, loss or death?
Yesterday I had a call with a lovely client who recently lost her father, she was experiencing some low moods and innocently the people around her reminded her she was grieving.
I had a message from someone telling me they didn’t think that her and I were made from the same stuff…
Today I feel a dreadfully raw emotion.
This past week I’ve been back in our hometown of Ostuni doing life as I used to.
Today I saw your bike team returning from their Sunday morning ride.
Last week I returned to our home town and this entailed driving the motorway for the first time.
The last few days have been painful.
My mood dropped drastically.
A first for me to return to our home town of Ostuni for the weekend.
It’s weird when I see Fran’s bike friends go out riding without him.
Like how can you be jealous of a group of people who continue to do what they always did?