I Need Therapy . . .
Today is just one of the many hard days. I think the ratio of good days vs. bad days should be changing anytime now, and then I tell myself the truth. This is forever, and I'm pretty sure at day 167, that this isn't going to get any easier. In fact, I think it may be getting harder as the days pass and I can't see John. I miss him. Did you know there was an app for keeping track of days? Yep. It's on my phone. I like to know how many days/months it has been. How sad is that that someone designed an app to track the days in between? I'm sure they meant it for special countdowns - happy countdowns, but still. I should anticipate these bad days when I'm at home all day. These days are bound to pop up. After all, last night was a precursor, as I had to finalize the verbiage on John's headstone (unless I change my mind . . .again). I also woke up today to another article in the local newspaper. At least ...