My computer crashed a couple weeks ago creating a new challenge for me to keep up on my journal postings. Words juggle in my head. Throughout the day phrases find me and I don’t know where to put them. Of all the therapy techniques I have learned since Shawn died, writing is my haven. It allows me to unravel the constant process of grief and put it in a safe place. I also journal by hand, however typing seems to keep a better pace with my fleeting expressions.
The only good thing about not having a funcitioning computer at the current moment is discovering how little I am connected to the material items of this earth. The treasures of this world will pass away. My love was tied to Shawn. A computer can be replaced. A person cannot. I am reminded of the difference between people and things. Sometimes, I believe, we confuse our values . The inconvenience of a broken computer reminds me of the greater importance to heal and help a broken heart; either that of our own or that which belongs to someone else.
