I have a wonderful friend who loaded me down Friday night with tons of clothes (really cute ones!) and shoes for Analie. What a blessing! I don't think we will have to buy any 0-3 month clothing for this girl. Thank you Brandi!
The swarm of pink clothing has taken over her closet, but this also meant packing up Marshall's things either for donation or keepsake. Without much detail - this was so hard. Almost a taste of living through hell again. What are you supposed to do with these things? How do you know if you'll ever want to look at them again? How is a funeral book going to help me??? Hard questions - so for the time being, it's all in storage.
Mother's Day was beautiful and bittersweet. Of course, I wanted it to be a day to celebrate my mother, step-mother, mother-in-law and grandmother - and tried to keep my focus on that - rather than another Mother's Day without Marshall.
This weekend was good, but tough. I hope these kinds of days are few and far between, but you never know when reality is going to creep up on you. You never know when this pain will rear it's ugly head...and you either choose to lock it away and temporarily put off the inevitable - or you stare it right in the face, have a broken heart, cry your eyes out, and then pick yourself up and go forward.
Going forward is good. Try not to stall or regress - you're still moving even if it's only one step at a time...
The swarm of pink clothing has taken over her closet, but this also meant packing up Marshall's things either for donation or keepsake. Without much detail - this was so hard. Almost a taste of living through hell again. What are you supposed to do with these things? How do you know if you'll ever want to look at them again? How is a funeral book going to help me??? Hard questions - so for the time being, it's all in storage.
Mother's Day was beautiful and bittersweet. Of course, I wanted it to be a day to celebrate my mother, step-mother, mother-in-law and grandmother - and tried to keep my focus on that - rather than another Mother's Day without Marshall.
This weekend was good, but tough. I hope these kinds of days are few and far between, but you never know when reality is going to creep up on you. You never know when this pain will rear it's ugly head...and you either choose to lock it away and temporarily put off the inevitable - or you stare it right in the face, have a broken heart, cry your eyes out, and then pick yourself up and go forward.
Going forward is good. Try not to stall or regress - you're still moving even if it's only one step at a time...
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