Almost made it

I got through the work day and a three-hour writing class without melting down. I cried on the way home from class. It was a long day.

Saturday, I went to the dog park with Leo, dog class with Leo and a family birthday dinner and each made me miss Isis and I cried on the way home from each.

So today was better.

Work was good because I had an hour-long interview to transcribe. It kept me busy the whole day with something that didn’t require me to generate thoughts of my own. I also had planned ahead a few errands to run during lunch. I was busy. I had Leo with me.

At the beginning of writing class, I felt sort of liberated by having no one know about my personal tragedy, but by the end of it, I wanted to blurt out, “My dog died!” My dog died.

Published by Kari Neumeyer

Writer, editor, dog mom, ovarian cancer survivor

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