Ambushed by the Biscuits

[qos]

I've been peaceful most of today, so I went to the grocery store for necessities. Everything was fine until I went by the cold case where they had the Pillsbury Biscuits in the cardboard cylinders.

Lohain and I shared those, along with a common bowl of flank steak strips, for what turned out to be his last meal. He had relished each one, commenting a couple of times about how good they were, and insisted I eat three.

Seeing the cartons opened up my grief again, I started crying. And while I wanted to let the tears flow, I was not going to do so in the middle of the grocery store. The awareness of his loss has opened up again like a big, black hole.

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[qos.livejournal.com]

On some level, it was a relief to cry, even there under the bright lights next to the dairy case, because I hadn't cried yet today, and I felt uncomfortable about that, even though I know intellectually that the grief will ebb and flow.