I’m doing

Don’t ask me how I’m doing, because I might lie to you. Or say “I’m doing.” The lie: “I’m fine.”

Well, when I look at what has gone on over the past year and look objectively at how I am faring day to day, I suppose I’m faring well, considering.

But every day is a struggle. And sometimes I need to spend the weekend watching Buffy and not doing the things I wanted to do/told myself I would do.

And on those days it’s hard to engage with social media or blogging blagging, because I don’t have anything to say. Positive or negative. And I know if I try to fake it, everything will come out wrong. So I don’t.

I might be coddling myself too much. I don’t know. More likely: being too hard on myself. Whatever.

On the good news front, Mom got the case for Dad’s service flag in the mail today. It was fortuitous, I was visiting for dinner, laundry and errands, so I was there to help out (only a little bit) and take pictures.

Mom remarked that “Your father would have loved this.” And we laughed when we realized the only reason he got the flag was because he died.

She’s right, he would have loved the flag. He was proud of his service to his country. And so are we.