I fell asleep pretty normally, woke up a few times. When I woke up around midnight I turned on the dryer. I didn't want to have the dryer and the AC going at the same time yesterday.
After Ron died I would wake up every day and remember he was dead. It was the most ghastly thing; and it happened every day. It was worse than finding him dead; it's like he died again every morning. This went on for months.
It happened again today. It is very depressing.
I gave my name to Buddy knowing he might find the blog. I don't want him reading this I want to be "over" Ron. But my parents tell me death is something you get through, you don't get over it, and something like this is very common.
And 99% of the time I feel like I'm ready to move on.
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