Yesterday was my first day back at work since losing Matt. The funeral was Friday. I thought we would have the long Memorial Day weekend to ease back into the real world but our boat sold and we had only these past few days to empty it out. So, BANG, here comes Tuesday and I’m back to commuting.

When I got to the office, there were piles of backed up work on my desk. I got coffee and started going through it all, organizing and prioritizing.  After the initial condolences from co-workers, it became just another grind-it-out day. I felt like I was in a bad dream. I kept expecting Jean-Paul Sartre to walk by and wave.

Very few people get to where I am in life without going through loss and painful change. I’ve had some practice in this area.  I know you can’t live in an emotional blender forever. I know life knocked over the puzzle board and we have to start putting it back together. And each time it happens, you have to figure it out all over again.  But the picture has changed.

So building the new normal begins.  I wonder what it will look like?

The stairs leading to my train platform.