Aug 03, 2008 20:13
The whole month of July I dealt with my Dad being very ill and in the Hospital. It culminated in a good family friend dying this past week. Funerals are still very hard for me and I have to talk myself into attending and then talk myself out of the crying jag and depression that follows going to the service.
The service was going to be this afternoon at the church where Steve and I were married. I knew I would really have to have a tight control on my emotions, so I got up early for cghurch to have some quiet time. Well the phone rang as soon as I got up - Mom said that one of the men in our community had been killed in a motorcycle accident last night. My brother came over a basket case since they were good friends. By the time I got him calmed down and got dressed it was time for church.
Now I am home from church, and the funeral service that lasted 2 1/2 hours and am so depresssed.....
I can't believe Steve has been gone almost 3 years, his birthday and our anniversary are both coming up this month. Who ever said it would get better with time lied. It doesn't get better, you just get better at hiding the pain.
well, I've whined enough at everyone -think I will go curl up on the bed and cry for a while.