Time

[BarbieFos]

I was thinking the other day about time passing. There are still
times where I look in the mirror at my one breasted-ness and think,
did that really happen? I look at pictures of my beautiful sister or
hear her voice on a recording, remember she died, and think did that
really happen? How did I get to this place that at once seems to be a
bridge of time, connecting things far away, and the reality of now?

[Lou]

Hey Barb,
I relate to what you are saying! Time is such an odd thing, as
constant as it is. I think about where I am now and find it hard to
remember even my physical appearance before my surgery. I have a
continued and growing acceptance for how I look, but it is a process.
As for the distance that builds for losing loved ones, I remain in
wonder at how time moves so quickly. My memories kind of lock in on a
person and the time I shared with them. There are times when it is
more overwhelming than others. How I got to this place? I think I am
untethered and on a course that awaits the daily unraveling of my own
life mystery. That I feel very excited and hopeful for!

Thanks for your thoughts!!!
xoxo,
Louise