Morning. Can’t sleep. Just keep picturing pops on the floor. ****
Guess we’ll be planning a funeral this weekend. It seems so cruel that you have to do so much so soon after your world stops turning.
I have to go shopping. Weirdly enough we do not have funeral wear. My husband does and my son just needs a jacket. But me and my daughter have nothing. I don’t even think I have black dress shoes anymore.