It's been a strange week.
This time one week ago I was getting ready to go downtown to the cinema, to watch "I'm not there". Came back home after seeing the film and at once checked in here to write a glowing review in the Heath Heath Heath thread, especially happy and impressed with Heath's acting. All was right with the world as I gushed and raved.
Today I'm feeling a little numb, actually, it's been such an intense week and I've cried - and been online - for so much time. Trying to come to terms and to make sense. It still somehow seems to me as if this week has to be based on some alternate reality fictional tale that will be revealed to be just that - pure fiction. And yet......
At the same time I've got too much of a rational streak to not know that it's very real. Very final.
I chose one of contemporary women's tried-and-true ways of managing grief today
- I went shopping. Came back home with a pair of God-awful striped socks (stripes of black, white,
orange, purple and lime green!). I'm sure Heath would have approved. They're ready for tomorrow. And I also stumbled across a small silver yin/yang charm necklace - I'm wearing it now, and I think it reminds me that though Heath is gone, Jack and Ennis and their story will continue to speak to me just as intensely as before, and much of that is thanks to Heath.