Mourning
Monday, October 9, 2023
Everything reminds me of him.
Both the kiddo and I stayed home today. We both woke up late. We both had swollen, red eyes. We both feel like crap. We laid on my bed while she watched a movie and I went through pictures of Montana.
Just when I thought that I was cried out, I would do or see something that would remind me of him. Amanda’s daughter needed a ride home from school, and as we were walking out the door, I turned, expecting to see his face with his ears perked up, hoping for a car ride. I cried the entire way to the high school.
How can I go on?