The House.

It's all been hard, but this brutal.

I am constantly taken by surprise by how hard these past few months have been. Like, I knew it would be hard after my mother died but I didn’t have any idea HOW hard. When my father died six years ago it was very sad, but he’d been sick for a long time so it wasn’t a huge shock. Just sad. Also, I was not involved much in all of the aftermath which is another story if I ever feel like writing about it. (It’s a bruise that I keep poking but am not ready to do anything to make it go away.)