After getting up from shiva, which is literally how shiva ends, it was very hard to dive into the household tasks, do an inventory of the food in the fridge, freezer, closets and piled all over the place. In all honesty, it wasn't because I was miserable, it was physical. First of all it was a fast day yesterday, the 17th of Tammuz, and my energy levels are always very low without starting the day drinking lots of water and coffee. I have to flush out my system.
Why was there food piled up, ok, mostly juices and soda? I received a "shiva package" from work. I guess it pays to be associated with a major supermarket chain. I have to figure out what to do with the leftovers. If I had sat all the shiva at home, much more would have gone. My kids, neighbors and other visitors were also very generous, bringing lots of food and stuff.
Another reason, I'm having trouble doing everything is that those four long airplane trips in recent weeks sure made me feel like a cripple. The good part about the flying was the long walks I took in the airport.
There will be a new "normal" now.
|One of the very last pictures taken of me and my mother together less than a week before she died.|