So much to say but I don't have the words.
I'm still numb. I'm staying busy too keep from thinking... maybe. I don't know.
My husband, family, church friends, gal pals, grandkids are making it all bearable.
I'm losing things around the house. I'm forgetting stuff. I'm not motivated. I'm having to force myself not to go to bed and pull the covers up over my head. I wonder all the time who gets to do that.... I want to but I have stuff to do. Responsibility calls. I don't have time to get myself "through things". Things go on and when you are all grown up, you take care of what has to be done. I wish I could take a month and have a pity party. Not happening.