Yesterday. I was filled with dread. I couldn't shake it.
I wasn't certain why.
And then it hit me. Good Friday. And what I was doing that day. Last year.
I was picking out Michael's spot in the cemetery. I was picking out a coffin. For my 9 year old. I was putting together plans for a memorial. And trying to pick out flowers that were not girly. And I was pinching myself. Hard. So that I would wake up from this miserable. devastating. nightmare.
To think about that. Made me physically ill.
And I threw up.