Most days I'm ok because I can save little break downs for "safe" times. I absolutely hate it when I am caught off guard. Like today.
I told the girls we were going to the meat market to get tri-tip for dinner. Then Katie started singing "go meat, meat" from a hilshire farms commercial. No big deal, except for the fact that that very song became a inside joke between my girls, myself, and Celia. At that moment, myself and my two children who are three and four were thinking the same thoughts and experiencing the same feelings. Sadness, confusion, hurt.
We still miss you, love you, and wish for the best to come to you.
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