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firstofitskind) wrote2020-05-25 11:03 am
firstofitskind) wrote2020-05-25 11:03 am
MHA #6, Monday Evening
Between Mother's Day and Memorial Day, since Liam had come back May had kind of felt like one long, emotional gut punch. Having a little more skill at actually, like, processing negative emotions these days made it both easier and harder.
After his regular Monday appointment with the therapist on the mainland, he'd also stopped by the cemetery to pay his respects. No, it wasn't his home dimension, and so none of the people he actually knew were interred there (hell, a lot of them wouldn't have been buried at Arlington anyway, not being part of any recognized military, though they'd been soldiers all the same if you asked Liam), but it didn't actually matter. It wasn't so much about visiting an actual grave as it was remembering who was gone.
(And, he couldn't help but think, one hand reaching up to trace over the dog tags he still wore with 'FIND ME' etched on them, who was still there.)
Following that, there had been stops at a grocery store and an Indian sweets shop. With all the restaurants it did have, an Indian place was something the island lacked and sometimes you just had a craving, you know?
Though maybe putting the bowl of jalebi out on the counter as he worked on preparing dinner was a poor choice. There probably wouldn't be much, if anything, left for dessert at this rate.
After his regular Monday appointment with the therapist on the mainland, he'd also stopped by the cemetery to pay his respects. No, it wasn't his home dimension, and so none of the people he actually knew were interred there (hell, a lot of them wouldn't have been buried at Arlington anyway, not being part of any recognized military, though they'd been soldiers all the same if you asked Liam), but it didn't actually matter. It wasn't so much about visiting an actual grave as it was remembering who was gone.
(And, he couldn't help but think, one hand reaching up to trace over the dog tags he still wore with 'FIND ME' etched on them, who was still there.)
Following that, there had been stops at a grocery store and an Indian sweets shop. With all the restaurants it did have, an Indian place was something the island lacked and sometimes you just had a craving, you know?
Though maybe putting the bowl of jalebi out on the counter as he worked on preparing dinner was a poor choice. There probably wouldn't be much, if anything, left for dessert at this rate.