[/caption]For the past 2 weeks, since our magical, marvelous trip to Pranee, I have been feeling the let down. Once again becoming friends with the silence. As Ellie would say, Eeyorish. Meaning sad and gloomy, like our friend from Winnie the Pooh, Eeyore.
When I caught a cold/flu this week, it was almost a relief just to be able to lie in bed and read and rest for a couple of days with Lotta without it being perceived as depression. When I feel sickly, I always feel badly about all the times Ellie did not feel well. And even worse about the times I pushed Ellie to do things outside of her room, not knowing when she actually felt well enough to leave.
As I was walking to the busstop today, I was feeling melancholy. The wistfulness had returned. That constant niggling feeling, the craving to see, feel, touch Ellie that leaves me feeling weary and worn had taken me over. I was quietly crying as I was walking. Suddenly I felt a drop of moisture on the OUTSIDE of my sunglasses. (You gotta have sunglasses on if you
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[/caption]dare to sob on the way to the busstop, even if it is somewhat cloudy out. I mean come ON.) At first, I thought somehow my tears had transferred to the wrong side. Then I realized it was raining. I felt 3 drops, that was it. It felt as if it were only raining on ME. Like a little black raincloud over our friend Eeyore. Made me smile through the rainshower, both internal and
external.
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