Surfacing

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I'm beginning to feel a little more normal. At least, I can tell people about Cholmondeley without bursting into tears. There's still a bit gaping hole where he used to be, though.

His photo made Explore on Flickr. That's a nice thing.

This week, I managed to function in classes. Tuesday, I felt a bit of strain, but today things went well. I felt the group was on My Side, which is always nice. Online courses seem to be going gangbusters, so that's good as well.

I wish I didn't have to go to a dept meeting tomorrow. I think it might be not fun, but I will try very hard to float above it, and not get involved in the politics of it and escape unscathed. That would be the desirable outcome, anyway - to be unscathed.

Oh, and my Paris photo was chosen for the guidebook. I'd quite given up, then I got an email from them a day or two ago. So, yay.

And, lidocafe - you know I'm thinking about you and hoping that all will be well for you soon.

Comments

[brinian.livejournal.com]

I only had Lady three and half years and I still occasionally burst into tears when someone mentions her. Don't be too hard on yourself. You've lost a very dear family member. If the other person doesn't understand, it's because their life hasn't been enriched by the kind of relationship you've had with your boys.

Congrats on the Paris picture! That's just fabulous :-)

[intertext.livejournal.com]

Thanks :) Yes, I'm pretty chuffed about the photo.

Actually, people have mostly been very understanding and kind. I'm more likely to be unmanned now by great sympathy from someone I'm close to - at least I don't dissolve into tears when a complete stranger asks "where's your other dog?"