Sunday, February 3, 2008

Day 35 of 366: The End of the Beginning

Feb 3 35/366
The worst day of my life. The hardest thing I've ever done. As I knew it would be. So as painful as it is, the ache and anguish are seasoned with a pinch of relief.

I have imagined the events a thousand times before today, and every time, they were worse -- far worse -- than the actuality.

Still, the actuality is still so bad, I feel physical pain. My intellect is telling me to get up and go, and set this aside for a while, but my spirit wants to wallow in self-pity a bit longer.

The brain is going to win, and I'm off to watch the Super Bowl with my brothers, and see if New England can overcome the Giants for a perfect 19-0 season.

But who really gives a shit?

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