Grieving When You Don’t Know How

My mind has become a little unpredictable.

Photo by Karim MANJRA via Unsplash

Rhonda and I met for lunch on Tuesday. She was heading down to Tucson with her fiance that afternoon and had a couple hours off. I was working from home. We sat outside on the bright colored patio of a Mexican restaurant and had a margarita. She brought me an amazing beach sarong with Frida Kahlo on it that she got the previous weekend…