The most delightful part of the day was visiting with Netanel on the way to the airport this morning.
Errands on the way back.
Then---the onslaught of emails, predictions of disasters, pleas for signatures, letters, calls and money.
I am exhausted, alarmed, frustrated.
At one point this afternoon, before even opening the computer, and again now, I just burst into tears missing Zalman.
I keep thinking the intensity of grieving is over---and it is not.
It surfaces less frequently, but it is still there, as strong as ever. I miss his equanimity, his wisdom, his unique ways of perception and connection and context, his sense of humor, his deep and abiding connection with the One, his loving presence.