Robbo and I stayed busy all day. We set out to go to the bonsai exhibit at the Arboretum, but the car seemingly turned on its own into the Discount Shoe Store, where I got a pair of sandals.
We had lunch at our favorite ribs place, 12 Bones, with Rob and John Boyle, then stopped into some of the art galleries and studios in the River District, wandered around downtown, stopped for ice cream, bought some really good, fresh French bread and goat cheese and came home to crash.
As I said, keeping busy helps, and yes, I know I can't do it forever. But I need to do it now.
The hospice social worker called to offer the six-week bereavement group to me. I did a three-week version in New York when my father died, and I probably need to do the six-week version. I want to stop going back to the moment when he died. I want to stop being so angry about the fact that it shouldn't have happened. But then, I plan to use that anger in constructive ways.
Herb Hurwitz called today to say how much he enjoyed getting the chance to know Mike, and he asked me to keep fighting for access to quality health care for everyone.
When Dr. Hurwitz took on Mike's case two years ago, after his doctors in Savannah left him to die, he asked that we write to our legislators and ask them to support health care reform. We did. We heard nothing from our US senators, Elizabeth Dole and Richard Burr, and just a form letter from the office of former Rep. Charles Taylor, which thanked me for writing and went on about what a great job he was doing for Western North Carolina businesses.
We watched "Life of Brian" tonight, and at the end is that wonderful, silly song, "Keep on the Bright Side of Life," that we played at the end of Mike's memorial service. Tonight it made me cry.
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