I've been pretty mellow since I got home.
I spent my first day back, on Friday doing errands for the tattoo shop and also went to The Bay to buy a new suitcase. My old suitcase bit the bucket on the way home ... busted the zipper (thankfully didn't lose anything) and it will cost more money to repair then to buy a new suitcase. I love my old suitcase. It was like a trunk. It had shelves... Yes. SHELVES! It was truly amazing and they don't make them anymore. I will miss it terribly. :(
Sat I spent almost the entire day on the couch. I watched a lot of TV (caught up on my TIVO shows) and cried a lot. I don't know if it was the stress of the trip, combined with hearing that my friends boyfriend passed away and realizing that it was the anniversary of my friend Peter passing ... but I lost it yesterday. Cried, cried and cried some more. I was a weepy mess.
I had a visit from Peter in a dream Friday night. He held my hands and looked at me in that way that he always did. I was happy to have a moment with him but dreams are fleeting. I woke up so overwhelmingly sad. He's been gone 8 years today and I light a memorial candle for him every year and watch a little video I have of him telling stories but it doesn't feel like enough. My heart still hurts.
What do you do to remember loved ones who have died?