Wednesday, January 14, 2015
A Piece From My Journal
This was written a couple of days after the first anniversary of R's death. A memorial service was given, which felt just like another funeral.
"I spent the entire service crying on Saturday. I felt like a freak of nature, it just wouldn’t stop. My son hasn’t seen me cry once yet, except for the funeral. But now he has. He looked at me so curiously and put a little finger to my cheek, let a tear roll onto it and said, 'I catched a tear Mommy' in the sweetest little voice. He was trying to help me with my crying."