With the holiday season looming, I've been contemplating running away until after the New Year. Some island with sugar sand and umbrella drinks. Okay, maybe not but (had it not been for my kiddos) I probably would have given it serious thought. Errr, maybe. Don't fret.. we'll survive.. we've made it this far, right?
The crazy thing about this whole grief thing is how it sneaks up on you when you least expect it. I was worried about Halloween.. missing Matt not seeing the kids' costumes, etc. I breezed through it, no problemo. All the events we went to were really fun and we had a blast. Then, I started stressing about Thanksgiving. That's going to be a huge challenge.. but guess what got me? The TIME CHANGE.
Matt's job was to change all the time on clocks. The ones up high, down low and everything in between. This past weekend really threw me for a loop.. totally unexpected. Saturday, Sunday and most of Monday was a complete blue funk. It sucked out loud, might I add. But it, too, has passed.
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