Good Food, Healthy Life.
Lately I’ve been thinking that I wish I could just jump ahead about five years. Skip past all this heartache and pain. Look back one day and wonder how I possibly survived. I’m still thinking about time. Hours, days, weeks, months, years… A time machine to go back, would it make a difference? How has it been six weeks?
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I’ve always thought of time as circular instead of linear. More like a spiral or a metal spring that continually circles around and stretches on forever. We repeat the same hours everyday, the same days every week, the same weeks every month, the same months every year and on and on. We cycle through the seasons. The moon revolves around the earth and the earth around the sun. Everything we use to track time is circular.
But time is linear. And now all I can think about is a never-ending path in front of me. While behind me, all I see is a huge black mark, like a scar on the day Kris died.
This was on our honeymoon in Cancun. We got married September 14, 2013 and took our honeymoon in January 2014.
My sense of time has been off since that day. It’s like I wake up at 6am and then it’s 10am and then it’s 3pm and then it’s 7pm and then it’s bedtime. At first I was staying up as late as I could so that I’d just pass out from exhaustion (and wine). And then I started falling asleep watching tv and would just crawl straight from the couch to bed.
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I can’t believe an entire month has passed since Kris died. Four weeks, 28 days, 672 hours since I got the phone call from the U.S. Embassy. Sometimes it feels like a lifetime ago and other times….it’s like it never even happened and I’m dreaming. I’m still in a fog. How is this my story?
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