Just got home from Thanksgiving with Chad’s family. While it wasn’t as difficult as I thought it might be, I still feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck. Now, sitting here in the semidarkness of my near silent home, I’m struggling with a load of emotions. Anger, frustration, sadness all piling on at once. If this is any indication of how the rest of the holiday is going to be, I think I’d rather sleep through it.
I am thankful for all of my friends and family – they’re wonderful people who are willing to help me in whatever way I need. But I’m most thankful for the time I had with Chad. While it wasn’t long enough, the time we shared made me a better person – I don’t want to think about my life without him in it.