As the one year date approaches I feel the need to not stop moving at an all time level high. In the past several weeks I have rearranged every closet in my home, except my own. (Daniel's work shirts remain hanging to the left as I enter my closet. I keep thinking I am going to remove them, but honestly they are not bothering me. They remind me of him each morning. I like to touch and to see them. His smell does not linger but I can look at his shirts and they trigger many memories. Good Memories. )
I have redecorated Reed's room. I have organized my shoes and cleaned out my clothes. I have traded my childrens' rooms and moved all their furniture on my own. I have added some shelving. I CANNOT stop moving. I was so tired last night, my back was aching but I must keep going. I must keep busy. Why? I think I'm afraid I will fall apart. I feel more emotional than normal. I feel a little like I'm spiraling again. The next few weeks are going to be near impossible but I'm going to grab onto Lucas and Reed and not let go. We will get through this time. After all, we are survivors.
Meet the Author (me)
Driven by a need to help others. I have known from a young age that this is what I wanted to do. This is my very real, somewhat sarcastic, look into my newfound widowhood. I hope this site will help you as much as it helps me.