It will be three weeks tomorrow that Chuck left this world. This morning it finally sunk in that I was just going to feel crappy and out of sorts and lonely... for a while and I might as well suck it up and get on with it. So today, I started out by journaling how I was feeling, asking for acceptance and courage and then I decided to get on with my day. I still want to howl with my loss- my daughter left me a post-it note on my mirror before she left for her home in CT that when I missed Dad to look at the moon- so I cried my eyes out, but I think I finally get it, that feeling this bad is part of the process and that eventually I will move through it but I have to accept it and deal with it first. I know this may seem like a no-brainer to some of you, but it was a huge break-through moment for me.