One day at a time
This morning was hard. 💔
TT got up and said, “Papa, you don’t have to remind me to use my calm feet anymore because my happy feet are broken.”
I don’t think any of us were ready to hear that.
It was also so hard seeing all of Jeremy’s little Post-it notes still on the fridge. His handwriting. His little reminders. Pieces of him everywhere. None of us have the heart to take them down. I don’t know if we ever will.
The boys are once again all snuggled up in his recliner. Sissy is curled up in the bean bag chair. They’re finding little places to feel close to him, even though he isn’t here.
Buddy is angry. So angry. I can see it in him, and I don’t know how to make any of this better for him.
And me… I’m just cold and lost right now. I keep looking around expecting Jeremy to walk through the door or say something. Then reality hits all over again.
I don’t know how we’re supposed to learn how to do this without him. 💔
TT got up and said, “Papa, you don’t have to remind me to use my calm feet anymore because my happy feet are broken.”
I don’t think any of us were ready to hear that.
It was also so hard seeing all of Jeremy’s little Post-it notes still on the fridge. His handwriting. His little reminders. Pieces of him everywhere. None of us have the heart to take them down. I don’t know if we ever will.
The boys are once again all snuggled up in his recliner. Sissy is curled up in the bean bag chair. They’re finding little places to feel close to him, even though he isn’t here.
Buddy is angry. So angry. I can see it in him, and I don’t know how to make any of this better for him.
And me… I’m just cold and lost right now. I keep looking around expecting Jeremy to walk through the door or say something. Then reality hits all over again.
I don’t know how we’re supposed to learn how to do this without him. 💔
