Yesterday, my sister and her husband moved out of the house, supposedly for good. They have their own condo across town now, while this house is absent two people (and a lot of noise).
Today, however, is the real moving day. Why? Because today is the day that it's really beginning to sink in. "That Sinking Feeling" is weird. Something traumatic will happen, a death, a birth, a breakup, etc. and you'll feel nothing for 24, maybe 48 hours. Then, quite suddenly, the reality of the situation hits your forehead and lodges itself in your brain like a diamond bullet."Oh wow,"
you say, "She's gone, and she's not coming back."
Today is like that, in so many ways. My sister and her husband are gone (a tremendous sense of Deja-Vu as I wrote those words), also, my great-grandmother is quickly approaching death. She could go at any moment as I write this, and personally, I feel a little broken up that I'm not able to be there by her side."She's going, and she's not coming back."
The reality of that statement hasn't hit me yet, but it will.
Sorry to be such a downer today.