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:
Still Lost
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....
3 comments:
(((((((((((Melly))))))))))
Just keep talking when you need to. It helps.
And, know that you are loved and have so many that will listen.
Nonnie (with added love and prayers from everyone here who's ever heard me speak of you)
Yeah. I hated to turn on the tv and I hated going to Wal-Mart and other places even more during the weeks before Mother's Day.
Honestly...Father's Day is the same since Mama was both mother and father to us. I ALWAYS got her a father's day card. Me getting her the card (or whatever gift I bought her) was a running joke in the family.
Love ya girl. *big big hugs*
Nonnie, if you read this, can you email me at lilcinny@gmail.com please. :)
I also wanted to say that nights were worse for me too. I'm not exactly sure why.
That part is better...so hang in there, hon.
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