I am terribly saddened that so many people have felt this pain. And I appreciate all your kind words of support. This really never will go away.
Dianna, thanks for lighting a candle for my family ((hugs)).
This past weekend was bittersweet.
On Friday a group of Kerry's friends came by to meet with me. They wanted to visit but also had a request. They'd like a momento from her. While I'd had that thought, and plan to do it, now is way too soon. They were understanding and supportive. We talked for over an hour before the 4 of them left.
Then DH, Cassie and I went to Charleston and met up with my sis and her 5-year old daughter. It was a little easier there, although I still fell apart a couple of times. We went to museums and restaurants and I guided my niece around so that her mommy could enjoy soaking in the area history. A hug from a 5-year old has a magic all it's own. Arguing whether or not something is art with a 5-year old is very distracting. I have to agree; Some of it was 'smears' and not art LOL.
Cassie has been in love with comedy shows for ages, but had never seen one live. I took her to a small improv theatre in Charleston Saturday night. It was just she & I but DH drove us there and back. I was lectured by my child for having a glass of wine before the show began. Then she threw me to the wolves during the show! They wanted a volunteer, but would only take one over the age of 18. So volunteering ME was her next best thing. I was later told I was one of the more interesting volunteers they'd ever had
Apparently not a lot of hobby chicken breeder/show folk had ever been in the area before. Cassie interjected a LOT from the audience, so they lampooned her as well as me & the chickens during their skit. She loved it.
I'm grateful for a theatre background and the glass of wine. Between the two I was very composed and able to be lighthearted.
Then yesterday we had to come back home
I could see that it hit my daughter as hard as it hit me, and that really tore me up. DH is hiding his own pain better now, and worrying about me instead. I kept myself together until Cassie went to bed, but it was a very long night.
If I didn't have my daughter and husband I don't think I could keep moving and breathing.
Kerry didn't have a facebook page, just MySpace. And according to an e-mail they sent, they won't turn HER page into a memorial page. Only delete it.