So Ella is gone.
Probably for forever.
First I was, like, “No, no, it’ll be okay.”
Then I was, “Why? What did I do?”
Afterwards . . .
This is me now. Pretty much still at stage one in the grief process. If I don’t think about it, it doesn’t exist.
Although that doesn’t really work. ‘Specially when I come around here and see all the lovely things that remind me of Ella.
. . . I’m sorry, 2unpubers. It’s just too upsetting. I’m going to have to take a break. Give myself time to get through all the grief stages. (I don’t think it’ll take too long. I only have four bottles of wine left.)
I’ll be back soon.
Though it doesn’t feel right, being here without Ella. Maybe it’s time to redecorate. Or, even change the blog name.
So until then, 2unpubers, promise not to forget about me, as I won’t forget about you. . . . And all the fun times we’ve had . . . when Ella was here. (Wailing.)