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It is going on 3 months since that horrific morning when I woke up and Bud was dead. He had not been ill and I just cannot get that day out of my mind. I am told that later that day, or the next, I told my daughters that I would be "back to normal" in 2 weeks. I can't believe I said that but I guess I believed it at the time. Well, Monday will be 3 months and I am nowhere near there. In fact, I think I am worse and crying more now than I did in those first few shock-filled weeks.
I have finished my bereavement class and will know, probably today, when I can begin attending a support group meeting. I feel that I need to meet other people and especially be with other people a lot more than I am. I don't want to burden my daughters by insisting that they be with me all the time, but I so hate being alone.
My house is very isolated in a mountain community in western NC, and I would dearly love to sell it and move closer to some life; however, the real estate market ks not good and I may have to hold off for a bit.
Guess that is enough bitching for one morning. Maybe now that some of it is off my chest, it will be a better day, the kind of day that I wish for all of you.