I started out the day strong, very strong until I have to finish this email which was meant to be encouraging. The point of the email was that you will get through it. You will get through all the pain.
But in order to talk about how to get through it, I had to relive it. Relive the hurt, the sadness, the pain, the tears. I love my life. It’s better than I could ever have imagined. But it still hurts. And unfortunately when it hurts, I drink. Thankfully not crazily, but definitely in excess.
And right now it hurts. In three short weeks he would’ve been five. We would’ve thrown a huge party for him because that’s just what we do. I miss him.