Andrei's Condo - San Sequoia
It’s Sunday, and I’m flying back to Willow Creek today. My flight is at 11, so I was up around 7 cooking breakfast. Eggs, bacon, toast, with a fruit salad on the side. After everything that happened on Harvestfest, I wanted to do something simple and sweet to leave him with a smile.
I was at the stove when I felt him come up behind me, kiss my neck, and mumble “good morning.”
I fixed both our plates before sitting down with him. We ate, and I kept a smile on my face. He reached over, caressed my chin, and kissed me again, like he was checking on me without saying anything.
Last night, we had a long talk. Emotional, heavy, but needed. He asked me to promise him I’d get professional help for my grief, and I did.
I just… feel like I’m always dealing with something. My emotions have been everywhere, and sometimes it feels like I’m dragging him through it with me. He’s never said that. He’s always supportive. He's always trying to help, but it's just how I feel.
So, this morning, I wanted to be okay. I wanted him to see me okay. I wanted him to know that he doesn't have to worry.