Saturday

I awoke this morning feeling braver. Today, I thought, I'll be able to think of him and not cry. Today, I will remember how ill he was and not be sad. Today, I will be just joyous for having him. All it took was seeing his medicine on the window sill and his dog bowl to make me break down again. I made to MAKE myself do errands. I can barely concentrate on TV or books or anything I typically enjoy. I keep thinking.......I'll never touch him again. I'll never hug him again. I'll never see that unconditional smile again. My heart is simply broken.