Something's growing in the sink...

Apparently, dirty laundry and dishes have no respect for death and the grieving process. For anyone afraid of what happens after someone you love has passed, all I can say is that everything stays the same....the dirty dishes are still dirty and the clothes don't magically wash themselves. Life goes on. It's been almost a week since Craig passed away and everyday so far has been filled with errands and tasks both related and not related to his death. I find myself moving through them all like a robot, be it a very, very tired and cranky robot. Who knew that there's so much freaking paperwork and arrangements involved with the death process? Please excuse the irreverance, but after these experiences I have decided to have myself pickled because, so far as I know, it costs nothing but the price of vinegar and there's no paperwork involved.

Random gallows humor aside, we have yet to really experience the loss of Craig. I say we instead of I because there are several grieving processes going on at once. I'm grieving the loss of one of my best friends, my hero, my role model, as well as the loss of our former family configuration. This is both an individual and collective loss for me as I'm sure it is for Jill, Erin, and my Dad, although they each have their own grieving context. We are a new family unit and none of us are really sure what that means yet.  And yet, I have a feeling we'll be able to create something new that's equally as special, if not different, than what we had before. That's what I want for us.

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