Apr 30, 2011 - 9:25 am
I am feeling very shaky this morning. It's my first weekend without Frank. We always spent our weekends together.
I have plans for lunch with friends and then will come back to my mom's. I am clinging to her like a child. Tomorrow I am going to get back into my routine and go to the gym, and to a yoga class. Then I have to bite the bullet and pick up Frank's ashes.
Eventually I know I have to spend the night in my apartment again.
I am changing "one day at a time" to "one moment at a time." It's the only way I think I'll get through this day.