I’m not sure when I’m going to feel like me again, but as soon as I do, I’ll be back here, telling you all about The Husband’s and my anniversary trip to Lyon (feels like a dream now), and laughing again.
And I might even tell you about the eulogy I gave for my father, and how in trying to hold back my tears (completely unsuccessfully) and taking deep breaths, I managed to make little piggy snorting noises. Nothing breaks the ice like little piggy snorting noises. I’m sure my dad was laughing.
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