A number of years ago, I was out for a walk with my then boyfriend and his family. We walked up a small hill. It was utterly foggy that day. Couldn’t see more than 2 feet in front of yourself. Until we reached the peak, above the fog, then I remember looking at the entire city surrounded in fog.  In some ways as I process the goodbyes to my grandma, this is how I feel. In a fog, hard to see the delights and the good in my days. Today I reached a point where I felt normal — not like I was pretending. Normal.  That was a nice feeling. Then I spent the evening cleaning, reflecting on my life, and the place I’m at, what I’m dealing with.  It is good to cocoon sometimes. It’s nice not to feel like I’m drowning. I know it’s a process, ups and downs are normal, but this glimpse of normalcy is a good thing.