It's been 6 months, 2 days, 9 hours, 40 minutes since I last kissed his face and said goodbye to the love of my life. I had a major grief wave hit me Saturday. It's crazy how you really think you're doing okay, and then suddenly you're not. You're not okay at all. You feel pain, so much pain, unbearable pain, and you just want it to go away, but it won't. You cry and cry and cry and the tears keep coming. And you look around, only to find that there's no one there. Not one person. No one who can help you or hold you or fix it. Matt could fix everything. But he can't fix this. I wish I could say I'm doing better than I was last month, but I can't. I felt worst last this weekend than I've felt in a long time, like since the day Matt died. I felt like I just wanted to go to sleep and not wake up, because I don't want to feel pain like that ever again. The emptiness. The loneliness. I'm so over it. But I know that I have to suff...
Just me rambling about life- fitness, faith, food, widowhood, step-momming...and other random things