Grief is weird. All day today I was weepy and I knew the reason why. All I had to do was think about what was going to take place in several hours, and I'd tear up and feel upset.
What was that “event?” One of my best friends from Cincinnati was stopping in Huntsville on her way to Florida and we planned to have dinner. Why would this be so upsetting? Because she is the first person, other than my husband and son, who had a relationship with both me AND Morgan. She's the first person I'd be hugging that felt her own grief as well as sympathy for me. I thought for sure I'd sob uncontrollably when we hugged. But I didn't. That's what I mean by saying grief is weird. Had I already used up the day's allotment of tears? I have no idea why I didn't cry.
We had a wonderful meal and nice time together talking. She has always been a strong sister in Christ. She's another that after almost four years of not seeing each other, just pick right back up where we left off.
Drive safely the rest of the way, sister. It was great seeing you!
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