something to mention about time

Time…is moving…very…slowly.
How slow is it moving?  I look up at the clock and realize…that it has been almost exactly a week since she died. A week and three hours.
I’m awake in Tel Aviv, watching the clock crawl past 2:30am. Crrrrawl.

sleep

Today is a little better than yesterday. My strange fever (yes, the one that struck the day after she was buried) broke by morning today after a night of Tylenol and cold towels.
My emotions calmed. Because I am not avel (parent, spouse, sibling, or child of the deceased) and I am allowed out [...]