It's been more than a month since my last post. I was waiting for the inspiration to come.. I was looking forward to going back to my work, and then, exactly three weeks ago, I got the phone call. I still refuse to believe he's gone. Sometimes I don't really have the time to think about it, and yet, there are times where everything reminds me of him. A TV show, his favourite actor, morning coffee, the fire in the stove, a film, a lesson I teach in my English class, leaky roof, the garage door lock that just doesn't want to lock, his red bike, our two dogs, our cat, our parrot, ham, soda. I find it hard to answer the typical question I'm asked at my work "How are you?". Usually I don't mind at all answering it, but lately that question just seems ridiculous, nonsensical if you like. I would still like to believe that he's taking a really long trip and that he'll come back (home) when he's ready. I know that this is impossible, but I keep hoping.
This morning, I was welcomed with a strong scent of mint in the air when I left the house. Then, somewhere around noon, my boyfriend and I went to the neighboring house to do some gardening. I felt so good to be outside, surrounded by nature, and taking a deep breath of fresh air. I honestly can't remember the last time the air was so fresh. There was something magical in it, something so soothing and healing.
This morning, I was welcomed with a strong scent of mint in the air when I left the house. Then, somewhere around noon, my boyfriend and I went to the neighboring house to do some gardening. I felt so good to be outside, surrounded by nature, and taking a deep breath of fresh air. I honestly can't remember the last time the air was so fresh. There was something magical in it, something so soothing and healing.
