Today

I’ve been thinking about it all day, trying to keep busy, trying to not be so grouchy, and trying to just not think about it. Then, tonight, after putting the kids to bed and finishing some laundry, I go to the front room to continue my busy cleaning… and the TV has been left on, and is playing something silently. And I swear, out of the corner of my eye, I see Paul. Not my Paul, her Paul.

I stop, realizing what I’m seeing. It’s one of Helen’s movies in a documentary honoring her, recording on TiVo. I consider sitting for a moment and watching, letting it all come, all that stuff I don’t want to think about. Instead, I keep moving. Picking up done, I go to the computer… there’s this thing I started and want to finish. Ironically, that thing I’m wanting to finish is a movie animating still photography.

And then I read this wonderful post by Emmy. As always, Emmy finds the beauty within the worst of things. It was exactly what I needed, Emmy, thanks.