Switch

I woke today with the sense that I was "happy."  I'm not sure what switched between the last two weeks and this morning, but I'm gonna take it and run.  Grief is the weirdest thing.  It's not like I haven't done things that normally bring me "happiness," just that today I can actually feel it.  Nor have I made the decision to just be sad all the time, thinking only of Caden, the horrors we witnessed, the missing.  I've done things normally, yet have felt myself truly, truly sad.  Sad enough to not even be able to talk.  Sad enough to hole up and not do things.  Sad enough to barely even live.  But not today.  Today I feel as if I can. So I will!