grieving through movement
This morning I slept in. I was going to go for a walk with my neighbour. I woke up at 5:30, the walk was supposed to be at 6:30. I put some morning music on and fell back asleep. I woke up again at 6:50. Missed the window for the walk. Damn.
That’s 3 or 4 missed walks now…
I went for a walk by myself.
I think I might go silent for a while.
My grandpa died and I am sad. But it’s been feeling good to do things.
Like I’ve been working since I learned he passed on Monday. Today is Canada Day. I picked up my friend from the airport, and I’ve been doing laundry, and vacuuming, cleaning really. And it’s felt good. I’ve been sending messages to people. I’ve been coordinating my week coming up. I’ve been planning. Getting ready for work. Getting ready for the future.
I’ve been doing.
My grandpa was a doer. I think it feels good to do because that is what he would have done. What I think he would want me to do. To keep on doing.
And that’s what I’ve been doing and it’s what feels right.
I’m going to keep doing that. And I hope you do too.
Thank you. God Bless.