Today I realized (again) how alone I feel without Dan in the world.
I was driving home, it was really hot for San Luis and I am listening to light classical music. It calms me on most days.
But today I felt like I had the weight of the world on my shoulders. And I realized that it was my grief. I haven't cried in a long time. It is like the lake that was my tears has dried up.
I felt like the weight that I carried was a soft blanket of tears. All locked in the fabric that draped over my shoulders.
It felt like my soul had become hard, dried and cracked.
I have been, for so long it seems, acting "normal" when I just feel terribly alone.
Dan isn't here and it hurts.
So I wear my blanket of tears and hope that no one notices.