Lost weekend

Hello world, I´m still alive! :-) But yesterday and today are like black holes in my mind. As for today I went to Sam´s grave on Cimétiere Montparnasse, where I sat on a bench like a homeless, talking to alternatly him or his neighbors, le Général Aupick, his wife and strpson Charles Baudelaire about this day, having a 3 ltr. bottlle w/a mix of Osbourne bramndy and Fanta with me as warmer and only nourishment.It was feeling temps. like -4C, but I sat there, clochard like, from like lunchtime till it was dark. My only chance since my Grandma´s grave is near H.town, 500 or so, miles away.No yummy christmas cake and coffee for me, but an exercitium. Bet my confession father would not approve such one. But as the saying is; chacun a sa facon! Laters Pilgrim...and I promise to post more often again. Take my word!


torchy! said...

a tough day of sad reflection for you Pil. it's good to remember your passed loved ones, but i hope you can put it behind you now and concentrate on the lighter things.

glad you made it through the day

best wishes

Captastro said...

It is good to hear from you. I was concerned because of your great sadness. I join Torchy with the hope you can begin to find some cheer in future days.

My thoughts are with you.

Seth said...

Sounds like you did a lot of reflection and thinking there in the cold.


Mickle in NZ said...

Quite a day of reflection and sorrow. Sincere love and caring huggles coming from Michelle, xxxxxx.

MartininBroda said...

I hope you will get over this days. Sometimes a loss makes us wiser and more human, sometimes it's just a loss.

Anonymous said...

Take care!
Take any time you need to get your perspectives right.