Kevin built a storage room for all of his necessary camera equipment and unnecessary bullsh**. Thank heavens that box of 300 used coffee cups will be stored safely! (He's been saving them for a future art project, the details of which remain foggy...) Regardless, it turned out beautifully.
Kevin and I grieve differently. He began this project the day before Steve died and did most of the work in the following days. It really helped him sort out his head. All the hammering, sawing, heavy lifting. It makes sense, really, coming to terms with loss while creating something -- whether it's a painting, a casserole, or a storage room. I, on the other hand, have been almost useless these past two weeks. Weeping, moping, not sleeping. Thankfully we've been able to understand each other and our different ways of dealing. It's brought us closer, I hope. We miss our friend.
We just returned from a walk around our neighborhood and I'm sad but thankful. Cindy is leaving the hospital today after 16 days. How I wish she and Steve were in our apartment right now as planned. I was so excited to show them our new place, and was hoping they'd give us a tour of some of their old stomping grounds (they lived in Brooklyn before moving in next door to us in SF) while I talked them into moving back east.
We'll be heading back to San Francisco soon to spend time with Cindy. I know Vivian will make her Aunt Cindy smile as usual. I can't wait to give Cindy a giant hug.
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