A little crazy, and yourself?
Today at work, I had to type the name of my co-worker who shares a name with my sweetheart. The first few months after A died, that caused me a lot of pain, and in my private heart, I wished he’d just just change his name. But in time I’ve come to appreciate the opportunity to see his name, to write it myself. Today, though, when I typed it into an e-mail, I got caught up in the name, and I sat there, saying his name over and over again in my head about 50 times, just to feel the sound of it ringing between my ears, just to say it. I just wanted to say his name. And I felt better after I did.