taking it one day at a time

but it's been 20 days and even that is hard to believe.

I'm fine when I'm working but it seems like the moment I start to walk on my lunch break I start to cry. No, not for you but for me and what I've lost, what others have lost without the daily interaction with you. I think about your parents. Geoff, Otis, Uncle Ben and Aunt Lisa, I think about Kelly, Tara and Megan and Rosie the goat. I very selfishly think about how much I miss you and how I'll never hear your voice again. Even as I type this I am in tears.

I'm going to try and take it one day at a time, this is not the journey or the blog I wanted to write but it is a journey and blog of love and healing...