I didn’t do very well yesterday dealing with the wedding anniversary. I thought it would just pass, that I might be thoughtful but that I would not be really sad and down. It was worse than that. Maybe the worst day I have had since the first few weeks. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, weeping about it, and missing Jo.
By mid-morning I was physically ill; I went home at noon and worked there in the afternoon. I didn’t want to be around the people at work or anyone else. I planned to call someone but when the time came to make the call I decided against it. Not really sure why. Not a good decision either. Last night I went to some of the “grief sites” and read postings, even posted myself (although it was moderated board so my posting had not come through when I went to bed).
Both kids called and tried to help but while I loved talking to them I didn’t really feel better afterward. Jake will be in town today and will be here for dinner and will stay the night. Looking forward to seeing him. I plan to go to Deanna’s this weekend; Scott has a basketball game on Saturday, and we ski on Sunday. That is if a storm doesn’t keep us down the mountain.
I am still kind of blue but nothing like yesterday, so I guess I will get over it.
