Let me just add to this “Or any of her decisions, you’d better be Dr. Ruth, Dr. Laura, or Dr. Phil.”
I was not in the best mood yesterday. The day won. I just gave up and let it. It sometimes can be easier that way. I just wish I knew why this time. Usually I do. But I guess you just have to have ‘one of those days’ now and again.
Part of it is remembering the moment he died. The feeling of helplessness that there was NO way to stop this from happening.
And until you go thru it? You won’t understand it. It was like something so important to me was slipping thru my fingers and nothing I could do would stop it.
Then he was gone.
My handsome, vibrant, incredible soulmate…………gone.
How does one process that?