That every email I'm getting is advertising some kind of Father's Day promotion. I just broke down over a Netflix email.
For those who don't visit my Myspace blog as much, here is tonight's post:
I've discovered the nights are the worse. We came home to regroup and get clothes, etc. The memorial is scheduled for Thursday. I'll pass on the information tomorrow when its posted in The Washington Post.
Maybe I should buy some sleeping pills to get me through these first few nights. This is really too much for me to handle.
I want to thank everyone who has commented. I want you to know they help me a lot. When I'm deep in despair I come back to last night's post and read the comments. They help let me know I'm not alone and that people really care for me.
I feel my stomach growling, but I'm not hungry. I'm sure that's normal. My dad would hate it though. He loved feeding people.
Okay, I have to stop writing now. Thank you again and again....