Yesterday was hard. Like I didn’t get out of bed hard. I don’t even know why. I haven’t had a lot of days like that lately but yesterday was. Sigh. It is what it is. I only tell you that to say that 4:00 this afternoon I was still wearing Sunday’s clothes and hadn’t showered.…

One of the hardest things about life after loss is going to the store. That sounds ridiculous, but it’s so true. There are so many reasons. First, there are all the people. Ugh. You just don’t know who you’ll run into or how they will act, what they will say. It’s emotionally exhausting. And the…

I have cried every. single. day.  I keep thinking a day with no tears will surely come soon but nope, not yet anyway. Sometimes I get all the way to bedtime. Sometimes I barely get even awake before they come. But they are always there. Today they came at the cemetery. No big shocker there.…

Today I went to Menard’s. I needed to pick up a few things for the house and a few things for Ezra’s next woodworking project. His mentor had given me a list of what was needed months ago and I just never got around to having Vance go get it with him. And then after…

Sundays are the worst. I never used to think that. I loved Sundays. I got to go to church where I was with some of my favorite people on the planet. After, I’d come home, take a nap, hang with the family, take the big kids to youth group, return home and hang with the…