Home again. In some ways, I felt I had to make that trip to NYC just to prove to myself that Ralph was really gone. On Saturday, I did something a bit over the top, which was to go by his offices. Not finding him there was . . . convincing.
I am back at my desk and come Monday, I’m just going to plunge back into the work. I promised him months ago that This Time, I would not be late with the manuscript. I may be a bit less visible on the internet for the next few months.
I’m still processing a lot of feelings and thoughts.
Our parish priest always says that if you know that eventually you’ll be okay, then you can realize that really, you’re okay now, too.
I’m working on that.