Ten days ago my father died. He was in his 82nd year. He was in fact 17 days from his 82nd birthday. We buried him on the 24th. I did my duty and left as soon as I could. Does that sound cold, perhaps, all I know is that after a funeral and two post-burial receptions I needed to get away.
I needed to get away from Peterborough, I needed to get away from my family and I needed to get away from all the condolences. Normally I like hugs but on that day I was very tired of them and of people in general. The Professor brought me back to Toronto and suggested strongly that I stay there for a few days. As depressed as I was I did not argue.
I spent Tuesday sleeping, that is my usual reaction to extreme stress and depression. Wednesday I slept less but still more than normal. Today I slept less and I showered for the first time in two weeks. Tomorrow or Saturday during the day I will be going back to Hamilton.
I am not sure how I will handle the time alone but I do need to get back to my life, as much as I like it here it is no longer my home. I do know that the danger period is past, I have reached acceptance. The deep depression is lifting. I have begun to take care of myself again. And best of all I have begun to take an interest in things other than my own misery.
I will allow myself a few more day then I'll be back to my schedule of posts. I am glad I did so many ahead that way the gap is small. I need to keep my mind and hands busy for awhile so the volume of my own work will increase. I am looking to do some craft and photo challenges as well as the Novel writing challenge which is in November.