I
Will not write about how broken I am. I will not write about what happened. I can't. Not yet. Probably never.
I can't describe the pain in any voice that can't be felt, heard or understood by all of you.
Everyone keeps telling me I am strong.
I guess I am. I don't want to be. I just want him.
I ate yesterday for the first time in a week. And I got up and did laundry.
I'm on Remeron for my depression.
My dad calls me every day to make sure I get out of bed.
My son gives me kisses and tells me to stop crying.
He asked me the other day in the car after I found the energy to get out of bed, "Now that I don't have a dad, how do we celebrate Dad's day? What do kids do that don't have dad's? What do I DO?"
I broke down, but smiled and said, we celebrate Grandpa.
I'm going to Iowa this summer. I might just move back.
I asked Gabriel where he wanted to live and he said California. So I said Okay. We'll see.
We'll see.
I can't describe the pain in any voice that can't be felt, heard or understood by all of you.
Everyone keeps telling me I am strong.
I guess I am. I don't want to be. I just want him.
I ate yesterday for the first time in a week. And I got up and did laundry.
I'm on Remeron for my depression.
My dad calls me every day to make sure I get out of bed.
My son gives me kisses and tells me to stop crying.
He asked me the other day in the car after I found the energy to get out of bed, "Now that I don't have a dad, how do we celebrate Dad's day? What do kids do that don't have dad's? What do I DO?"
I broke down, but smiled and said, we celebrate Grandpa.
I'm going to Iowa this summer. I might just move back.
I asked Gabriel where he wanted to live and he said California. So I said Okay. We'll see.
We'll see.