Bailey's little face is peeking over the arm of the couch, starring at me while I try to type as quietly as possible. He is being quiet however and the name of the game is "quiet time" although it always ends up being nap time.
My mind is kind of tangled right now. Lately, there has been a lot going on and I am not exactly sure how to process it all.
Like shopping the other day and I found something that had a penguin on it and I thought I should buy that for Michelle's birthday. Then it hit me. She's gone. A piece of paper with her handwriting, pictures of her, stories from friends and family. None of it changes the fact that she is gone. Could it be possible that I am just really, truly, finally realizing this? That what my head has know for so long my heart is just figuring out?
It just take time. Time heals everything. One day at a time. Give yourself time. A thousand cliches, but no real answers.