And now we enter the hardest days of my year. Cried myself to sleep last night. Woke up at 4am and finally got up at 5:30am to work. Anything to distract, at this point.
I asked Keith when it will happen that I’ll stop missing my mom so much. We both know that WON’T happen. All that will happen is a little bit of relief as more time passes. And that, in itself, is sad too.
It’s just a hard time for me. Talk to me after Thursday. I should be more myself by then.