February
Usually, by this time of the month, I'm ready for the month to be over. I felt that way in 2011. 3 years ago. And I feel that way now. Each day, leading up to this week is just another anniversary. Another day for me to say, 3 years ago...X, Y, or Z happened. 3 years ago, my life ended. On February 22, 2011, my life ended. And the next day, I woke up. Eleanor. Eleanor came running into the house. I had to be strong. And my life started up again. And I got through those next few days, sometimes sleep walking, sometimes not knowing what was going on, because of her. Each day. Week. Month. Year. Because of.... for.... Her. 3 years ago today. The day I buried my husband. I got through because of her. And my dad. My dad who held me during that service. And my mom. My mom that can hug me like only a mom can hug me. And my sister. And my brother-in-law. And my nephews. Oh my nephews. How they adore their uncle ...