I have stories for you.
I have stories about blue hydrangeas and funeral homes and talking the Lutherans into agreeing to host my dad's memorial service this Friday. I have thoughts about anger and anguish and so many emotions mixed together, things that currently come out in sobs or vitriolic torrents.
It would be so much more constructive to write them down. I know it would.
Plus, I'm ashamed to say I owe a number of return emails and thank you cards.
I just haven't had time.
Life has been so hectic. On top of everything, Nick and I moved out of his place this weekend. We have a month of stuff in storage, of limbo of sorts, and then we close on our new house.
You could say there is a little too much going on.
I miss all of you. I miss reading your blogs and knowing what's going on in your lives. I owe so many thank yous.
I am looking forward to a return to normalcy, if one can call my regular life that. Or at any rate, a return to routine.
Right now, I have a slide show to put together, and music to compile, and I need to figure out what I'm saying on Friday.
I really want to talk, but it also makes me nervous. I'm not sure what to say. I want it to be good and I want it to be right, and I just don't know what that might be.
But the stories, I do have them.
And I do miss you.