|Barked: Mon Dec 12, '11 11:33pm PST |
|I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact that Leo is no longer alive. When I come home and he's not there, I find myself thinking "he's at Mom's," and when I'm with my Mom, I think "he's at home."
I know he's dead. I bought a necklace/urn so I'll always keep him with me yet I still cannot acknowledge he's gone. I stare at pictures of him and I'm a blank slate. Every couple of weeks, when I'm alone at night, I weep (I'm not trying to be poetic - I actually mean "weep" - no crying here) for my one true friend and son.
Does this twilight/denial wear off? Will it hit me? Has anyone else been through this? If so, how do you deal? I just feel so incomplete.
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