OH BOY
Well the last couple days have definately been tough. I actually somehow managed to enter the funeral home. Unfortunately evrything after that is a blur. I know i went up to say goodbye but I can not remember much more. The mass was beautiful just like he is and I am finally somewhat at ease. I only wish I knew what actually happened. I do know that a certain person I know tried to put the blame on me (hence a recent entry) but after much convincing from all the right people I know that is rediculous. On an even worse note I still have to find the best way to tell my son who asks me everyday if we can go play with Rob. It breaks my heart because he is only 3 and have to tell him the truth so he can understand it. I have blown up a picture of the 2 of them so he can see him but to explain this is horrible. Anybody have any help besides what I have been told to say already by a pschologist?