I keep wondering when the other shoe will drop. I force myself to get up and do the things I'm supposed to do everyday. Go the places I'm supposed to go. Take care of the obligations of life. All I really want to do is pull the covers up over my head and cry. Cry? hmmmm, can't seem to do that either. Waiting for that emotion to hit me.
the first few stages of grief,
Shock and Denial
Pain and Guilt
Anger and Bargaining
I don't even know where I am in there....