145 days// wake me up when September ends

A sort of whine-y ramble... thoughts that take up space in my head....

wake me up when September ends---I've been listening to, and thinking of this song a lot lately, and even added it to my Spotify and YouTube playlists. In a way its me wanting to escape reality, and "waking up" when the hard times are over. but, also, I don't want to forget February 25th 2018-April 24th 2019 (although the days since has been hard, some of it has been good) When I first found this song, September was in the future, but, now, September is now. Its kind of like a motto or a fight song-wake me up when September ends.

145 day--how can it be? The days seem to be speeding by, and I'm still trying to get back into routine, and organized and such. It still feels like I just got back home from Kansas, but that was in May! There are so many times I've felt, "my act hasn't been together since April 15th", or ".....this area of my life has been such a mess since April 15th".... One of these areas was the barn/yard right near it. The place has been a disaster, and just kept getting worse, but it was so bad that I didn't even know where to start, so I just left it a mess. When people would come over, I'd say, "excuse the mess, I haven't had a chance to organize in here", but I don't know if that excuse works anymore. It kind of went on for too long. Thankfully, yesterday, as part of winter prep or whatever, they whole family was out there doing some major tidying.
I never email people back in any sort of a timely manner, but I have gotten better about texting people back. My bookshelves always look like a mess and they need some major help. The burn barrel hasn't been lit since who knows when. I still feel like I'm "barely keeping up" (although, in reality, I'm probably actually doing fine...)
The feeling of zero motivation for just about everything and anything still persists. The anxiety over driving past her apartments still persists. The anxiety of the the intersection of D and CC is still as strong as ever. A week or so ago, i kept remembering a story of her speeding on Fish Hatchery road, and I wanted to speed on the turns on Fish Hatchery road.
"its an empty feeling, isn't it?" her daughter texted me the afternoon after the night she died (she died in the night), and I keep feeling that empty feeling. Its not like I don't have friends, because I do have lots, but, things are just not the same anymore. It is a little lonely not having someone who doesn't mind hearing every little dramatic detail of your day, every day.

Just last night and this morning, I watched Green Book on DVD, a movie she saw in theater. I remember because the caregivers were like "tell us what to go see at the movie theater". So, I pulled out her iPad, found Green Book, which seemed like the mostly likely thing she'd like out of all the options, but what did I know. This was in the days, well, it was just a few weeks really, that the three of them discovered the $5 movies at the theater, and, they went every Tuesday. It would have been a weird movie for us to experience together, but I did really like Green Book. It was so good, and funny, and so Italian.

Our relationship, it all happened to fast, and it was all so great, and then it ended just like that. Its sad to know that its all over with. I cry less frequently than I did, even 100 days ago, but I still cry so easily. There are a lot of things and places that remind me of her, and it probably doesn't help that i listen to a whole playlist of songs that remind me of her nearly every day.

I am excited to rebuild the engine on my Camry, and have that back up and running, since now that car reminds me of driving to the hospital so many times.

Now, I babysit twins who were born after she died, it would be SO fun to be getting twin advice from here! And show her the pictures of me holding both at the same time.
There are so many things I wish I could tell her, and I wish I could ask her.... like about motivating kids....and disciplining kids (although I sometimes text her daughter saying "what your mom do about this?")... I can still hear her voice saying "always fold your veil in a triangle" when I walk out of the church and I never, ever dog ear books.