Guest Guest_Vivian_* Posted March 20, 2006 Report Share Posted March 20, 2006 I thought I was coping rather well today, all things considered. Last night I thanked some friends who have been very supportive by inviting them to dinner.More than once the comment was made that I seemed to be "handling" things well. Little do they know. This morning as I left the supermarket I spotted a display of 'Peeps' (those colored marshmallow chicks that appear Easter time)Each spring I would buy a package of Peeps, in varying colors, and leave it on Rick's nightstand. It became a kind of running joke for us.The sight of those Peeps this morning set me off so that I could barely make it to my car before I burst into tears. It amazes me that often I can discuss my husband's death, even with a perfect stranger, with seeming detachmentment while the sound of a song, the smell of lavender or even the sight of a Peep can so easily reduce me to tears. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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