It’s good to see my posts gradually turn towards gelato and jam, blotting out the dark ones of spleen and vinegar just a few months prior. I still think about “him” every day, but now my musings tend towards anger rather than sadness.
4th of July was difficult. My sisters came over and we barbequed and watched all the illegal fireworks explode in 360 degree surround sound. I was smiling outwardly, but I definitely felt the hollow of something “missing”. I’m so tired of people asking me if I’ve heard from “him”. No, I haven’t – and I’m not going to, I am sure.
This is how I pacified myself – it can be dangerous when you have a gelato maker on hand: