Overwhelmed

Taylor and her sweet little French Bulldog "Cho" left yesterday.  Today was my official first full day alone. 

I wonder, of all the thousands of generations of men and women who have lost family members since the beginning of time,  how can we, as a society, remain ignorant of how to deal with grief?  Maybe there are no "tips and tricks" that can be passed from one generation to the next.  Maybe it can only be learned first-hand.

I set this day aside for paperwork and got nothing done on that score.  Many business processes on my "to-be-done" list require a death certificate and I haven't recieved one yet.  As of this morning, Roger's doctor had not yet signed it.  If I weren't so exhausted, I would be outraged.  So instead of working on insurance, credit cards and bills, I spent the day organizing, sorting and crying over Roger's photos, journals, and artwork.  Why did I only get to have Roger for 20 years?  It was too short!  Too short!

I know this all seems too grim to blog about.  It's just the truth.  I can't get around it; I have to go through it.  But I don't blame you one bit if you decide to stop reading the Bone Marrow Boogie.