Attended our first funeral since Lyra died this past weekend. A son, aged 51, was laid to rest and remembered by his family. Simon kept me distracted. I too easily make connections and feel things too deeply since Lyra...a lingering element of the selfish mode and self care that I was...or still am in sometimes. I had to continually remind myself that it wasn't about me.
I still notice someone missing in all the pictures of the cousins or family. I suppose I always will.
On a lighter note, Simon wore himself out watching all his cousins and wishing he could be running around with them.