@dlowan,
dlowan wrote:Checking in...hoping Thomas is ok...and also thinking of Rob.
Thanks for asking, Deb.
I guess I'm doing fair, considering. I feel okay when I'm going or driving places with my parents and don't think of Diva. I also feel okay when I deliberately do think of her. Today, for example, I started going through our old e-mails, collecting things I might say at her funeral. (This will be my first funeral in America, so I'm not sure what to expect; I'm preparing for the case that her funeral is going to be one of those where friends and family go to the pulpit one after another and say a few words about the deceased.) That felt okay, too.
But the fleeting reminders of Diva and her passing, they still overwhelm me.
It was hard to pass a Chanel store as I walked down 5th Avenue with my mother. (Diva admired Coco Chanel, the person, knew every product Chanel the company ever made, and loved most of them.)
It was hard to see a Husky on the street. (Diva owned a feisty Husky by the name of
La Neige. I wonder what will become of
La Neige. She's getting old, and will have trouble adapting to a new owner.)
It was hard when my mother asked about the best place to buy a particular New York Souvenir, and I instinctively answered: "Gee, I'm not sure. Hang on a sec, I'll call and ask Mar... oh, never mind."
It was hard when my cell phone rang, I saw Diva's name on the display, smiled as I always do when that happens, and then recognized it was TsarStepan calling from her cell about the funeral.
And it's hard right this minute: Remember when I said Diva adored Coco Chanel? She was one of Diva's four big role models. The other three were Marlene Dietrich, Madonna, and -- who was the last one again? I ought to ask Diva some day.... Oh, never mind.
So that's how I'm doing today.