I typed that last entry on my lunch hour at work. Re-read it for typos then posted here on the blog. What it outlined, seemed like a reasonable course of action to me. Then I went into the bathroom and suddenly burst into tears.
Where did that come from?
I know I was thinking something vague about returning a call to Lionel's niece who would like to retrieve the rest of his stuff this coming weekend. I thought about how I would feel when I was no longer surrounded by his belongings.
The next thing I knew, I was bent over the sink crying like a fool. Fortunately, no one else was there and no one came in before I could pull myself together and splash water on my face. But I have GOT to get to the point where I can think about Lionel without crying. I know that. And yet, even as I type this, I feel my eyes watering again. So much for resolve...
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