These past few weeks, sleep went from too much to too little. I have needed to keep my body moving-cleaning, walking, biking. These past few days, I have noticed my appetite is the way it was last year-coffee, water, fruit and salad.
I looked back on the blog today and saw that last year on this day, John went in for this surgery. It would have changed our lives but he didn’t have it and it still changed everything.
My body has been grieving before my mind knew what was going on. How does it do that? How does it remember?