I am made of many pieces. Each piece connects.
There is the friendship piece, the giving piece, the patient piece, the angry piece, the mom piece, the female piece, the strong piece, the weaker piece, the once-was-a-wife piece, the hurting piece, the music piece, the quiet piece, the vocal piece, the emotional piece, the thinking piece, the creative piece. Each piece intersects inside of me making me who I am.
Any one piece out of order upsets the other parts. This is the puzzle inside of me. If the pieces aren’t fitting, I feel out of balance, disengaged with life, detached and divided. Each day since he died has become a perplexing challenge of how to piece myself back together.
