Today marks 3 years since I’ve been separated. I have no sadness, no sorrow today. Yet, I’ve looked through my blog, and for each of the past February 3rds…I do not post. I stick my head down, and apparently just go through the day.
This song was one I listened to when I was trying to be hopeful in the early days. I was hoping that someday I’d feel better.
I do. I still notice the ghosts in my house, but they are quieter, and the loud cacophony that used to ring in my ears is but a soft tinkling now.
Now, it’s my house. My kids’ house. My dogs’ house. The snores and yells and ringing computer games and new telephones are the sounds I hear.
And. You know what?
I’m good. Finally