this is how I’ve looked all day, and will probably look tomorrow. But I feel like this is coming eventually:
Maybe Saturday at Stinker’s memorial, maybe tomorrow night when everyone calls me after Tracy’s service, maybe Sunday when mom goes home. I am dealing pretty well right now, but I know it’s gonna happen, I can tell it’s building up from the 50 minute Skype conversation I just had with Scott W. Neither of us cried or anything, it was mostly just silence because we wanted to have each other for company while we sat awake and tried to process this whole thing.
But that ugly, uncontrollable crying? Oh, it is going to happen at some point. My money is Sunday when I don’t have anything to distract me properly and I’m not being strong for mom.