I can't believe its been a while month now since I lost my Kerry-girl.
Still hurts as bad as it did that day. I've cried myself sick the past couple of days.
Found an art class for Cassie that meets after school, but only one day a week. Will still help break things up though. Especially since she has counseling twice a week.
And she tells me she's okay with coming home alone, and needs some alone time in fact. So I let her do that Tues & Wed. But then this morning I saw her blankie in her bed. She hasn't slept with it since she was 5. I didn't think she even still knew where it was. And the waterworks came on again, because her big sis gave her that blankie...
Started making calls yesterday to get some counseling. I'm not doing well, and I'm afraid I'll slap the next person who compliments me on how strong I am. I was amazed at the rage I felt towards a good friend who said that. I controlled myself and didn't hurt her feelings, but I clearly need to get some help before I totally 'drop my basket'.
Hubby must be really worried about me too. He actually sounded happy that the blues are laying again and said he'd set up a place for the incubator this weekend. Poor guy hated to leave me this morning, and I know he'll be worrying about me all day.
Thanks for the prayers and PM's ya'll. In the group meeting the leader said that there was a study on grief and grieving, and that they found you have to tell your story close to 800 times before you really start to feel like you're healing. Re-reading your kind words and support, and your own stories of loss, has made me feel less alone. Ya'll are the greatest