This week has been really hard. I never know why some days are better than others, I’m told that is how grief works. It’s a completely uncontrollable entity in a life I used to have the reins. I find myself unable to do the simplest tasks like emptying the dishwasher or taking a shower. I can’t work. I have to force myself so I don’t feel incompetent. So my family won’t notice and worry. I miss him so much, deep down into the depth of my soul. It’s an incomprehensible feeling. One that I hope most will never feel in a lifetime. He was my son, my sweet boy, my soul. I miss you is an understatement - you are missing from me. Tu me manques.
