Spring Planting Moon
On missing my partner. I had one day of sudden in a funk blues shortly after Kate left and one conversation with her turned my spirits around. Then, until my back began to assert its anger at my abusing it, I got into rhythms with the dogs, my work, some projects around the house. Even then, I was ok, fine with handling matters as they came up.
After Kona started her downhill slide Sunday morning until yesterday afternoon when I got back from the eye doctor though, I was pressing on, coping. I missed her then, a lot. Of course, in general, I miss my life partner and soul mate when she’s gone. I also enjoy the time alone, to a certain point, but when the pain increased and the amount of things going on also increased and the snow fell. Well. I would have been very happy to have her here.
These last matters were unexpected and somewhat over the top, increasing my desire for Kate’s valuable insight into medical phenomena, yes, but also into me. Could I have handled them on my own? Yes. I did. Did I handle them as well as I could? Hell, I don’t know.
She chose a long time with the grandkids, whom she loves, which they need and which I totally support. I’m glad she went, glad she went this time and glad she stayed as long as she did. I’m also glad she got to see the International Quilters Museum.
I’m also glad she’s turned the corner to the left and got headed in my favorite direction: north.