It came to me that it's as if my Older Son and His Wife have died. That, along with the loss of my circle of friends, the death of Imogene (our outdoor cat), the near death and sudden lifestyle change of my mother, and countless other changes, can account for the vast amount of grief and apathy that's been with me these last few months.
I think that some folks could have made this time easier, but they did not.
For years, I've struggled with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Multiple Chemical Sensitivities, and all that goes with them, and when I have "down" days, I bear it well because I know it will pass and there will be "good" days again.
I do not have that rational thinking with this hard time.
Meanwhile, I'll try to pretend--until things get better!
I "pretended" I was invited to the Royal Wedding. It was a lot cheaper and easier to attend doing it this way:
Re-creation of myself watching the Royal Wedding on television
My outdoor hat needs some gee-gaws, feathers, or something to make it look more fancy, but it will do in a pinch (which is what this was)