grey limbo

It feels like I've just condensed a short lifetime into a single weekend. I've got two days to go (leaving for Maine this Wednesday), and I'm still reeling after my farewell party with friends on Saturday night (which was absolutely wonderful, but painful too), then another farewell lunch (with P's family) yesterday. Then, my own family was hit by some really bad news.

Last night, P and I were chatting about nothing in particular (I seem to recall it had something to do with the postal service) and suddenly I felt very 'off'. I went into the bedroom, sat down on the duvet and had a really good cry on P's shoulder -- I just felt overwhelmed by everything. Happily, I was a transformed person afterward. My first response when I'm upset is to cry, and I'd really rather be wired this way (i.e. ease of emotional release) than be the sort to bottle things up.

The bad news is that my beloved, sprightly, handsome, prankster German uncle has inoperable lung cancer, and P and I went over to my parents' house yesterday evening to comfort my Papa, who is devastated. His brother is as close to him as his own heart, even though the two men live thousands of miles apart. My heart breaks for all of us, especially my uncle's daughter, my beautiful cousin, H.

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