I am ready.

Something has stopped me for the past few days. I have been numb to my own pain since I got the call on Monday. The funeral was yesterday and my plans for a private ritual here in Sweden did not go as planned. So I carried it over to today. I am cooking a nice home cooked meal that has a million small steps that will allow my mind to relax while focusing on small tasks. The wine is chilling. The dessert, a Crème Brûllé cake, is ready to be cut. The candle that burned Monday night will be lit again.

Today, I will cry.