The truth of it Today my tears have flowed remembering last moments of Eleanor. Anger has been felt over misunderstandings and loneliness. It’s not that easy to push on anymore and I long to move forward but it is a strain to push the sheets off me in the morning and to clean the house, to keep on living like nothing happened. I garden and pull weeds, prune trees and plant life in the hope I can watch new life grow, the longing to feel connection to this world once again.
