Sarah had a children’s book called “Today I Feel Silly” written by Jamie Lee Curtis which explored and named different moods and emotions and it was kind of fun. I looked for it a little while ago but I couldn’t find it. It must be around here somewhere. She had a couple of books by Jamie Lee, there was another one called “I Like Myself” or some such encouraging sentiment.
I’ve been sitting here thinking “Today I feel shitty” and in the manner of Jamie Lee’s prose, wondering what rhymes with shitty. Witty? Twitty? Ditty? Permitty?
Ugh. The thought came to me the other day, I can’t bear another summer. Another August. Another anniversary of Sarah’s death. Will it get better? When? What do I need to do? Tell me and I’ll do it. Maybe we need to move away and start over. But wouldn’t that just be harder? I’m too old to start over anyway.
The First Year Without Sarah 