went to an institute today on helping children deal with grief and loss. Part of the technique we learned was to have the child write a letter to the person they have lost, apologizing for things they didn't get to apologize for, forgiving for things, saying what was left unsaid, etc. Then he read us a letter written by a 14 year old girl to her dog, who had died recently after having been sick for a while. I was *weeping* after the first paragraph. Shoulder shaking, nose running, doing my best not to make too much noise. It was all things like her happiest and saddest memories of him, things she was sorry for like stepping on his tail, forgetting to feed him one time and he got into the garbage and then got in trouble for getting into the garbage. I've been really emotional for the past couple of weeks, but this was just too much. The presenter gave us a break afterward, which was very necessary, since I definitely wasn't the only one crying.
anyway, I have to go to bed, I have to call around tomorrow and beg for a job, and I'm just tired. Still getting used to sleeping in the new apartment and got up early this am to drive here.