grieving

i understand that there are different stages of grieving. they cycle in, cycle out, overlap, disappear only to return with a vengeance. i also recognize that not all of these stages are rational. which brings me to today's wrath.

one comment.

i tell you all the my dog has been hit by a car, that my companion of 10 years is dead, and that garners one comment? (thank you corey and jill). there are a couple of people i've spoken with via telephone since wednesday, so you are off the hook.

everyone else... seriously?? is this how highly you value our friendship, that you can't be bothered to call me and see how i'm doing, or at the very least, comment on a friggin' blog post? too much effort?

i tried to cut everyone some slack, with it being the holiday and all. but it's monday. it's been five days people. the saddest, most difficult five days i can remember, and with a couple notable exceptions no one bothered to check in on me. my thanksgiving was spent alone and in tears, and every mass text message i got wishing me a happy thanksgiving made me want to throw my phone against the wall and scream.

maybe you just don't know what to say, or maybe you think it's silly that i'm mourning a dog. to the former "i'm sorry you're hurting," usually works pretty well, and to the latter, you obviously don't know me very well. whether or not you can understand why this is so difficult for me is irrelevant, the overwhelming apathy is not something i will easily be able to forget.