It’s not so bad after all.
Coming home to an empty home.
Music indeed is therapeutic.
Makes good company.
I can’t help but think about the recent suicides.
Such famous people.
Who am I to think less of myself.
I cannot imagine the internal suffering that results in suicide.
I thought I’d sleep longer being alone for a few days.
M1 asked, “why are you awake you don’t have to make my breakfast.”
Yes, at 26, I still make her breakfast and pack her lunch.
I make sure to pack in a whole lot of love since they’re gone most of the day.
It’s my way of remaining connected to my young adult girls.
I’ll eventually be left on my own someday.
In the company of my music and house chores.
Oh, I mustn’t forget my knitting needles!