Jan 25, 2011 - 11:36 pm
God, it rained cold buckets all day today, The Fed Ex truck delivered the cremains from Richmond, and my therapist diagnosed me with PTSD because of the horrible flash backs I've been having and the fact that I'm unable to sleep with out chemical help, (and even that sleep is spotty.)
I'm gearing up for Sundays memorial service with a very heavy heart.
Some how the thought that Mike is in a better place and is no longer suffering is not bringing me much comfort today. I grocery shopped for one, cooked for one, and even though my friends are around I feel like I'm in a dark and lonely place. I bought myself a good book to read but am unable to concentrate enough; I find myself reading the same line over and over with no comprehension. I'm forgetting everything I'm not writing down.
CANCER SUCKS! It's still affecting my life and I'm not the one who was diagnosed with it.