Funerals suck.
Funerals when you are on the greeting line suck more.
Having to explain to your 3 year old where his grandfather is really sucks (no he was not there, but he's been the house).
I am so beyond exhausted. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. SkyWalker is holding his poop in AGAIN because that's the only thing he can do... And now begins the lovely task of healing... and setting limits and telling my husband that now that this is "over" he has to be home more and spend more time with his kids.
Good times.
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My heart is with you.
*hugs*
If you need anything you better tell me -- or I will start hugging you all the time! Hope today is a little better than yesterday and that every day eases a little more...
i'm so sorry.
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