I’m in a weird place today. A couple of days ago I received a phone call - on MY cell phone - for my late husband. I was shocked when they asked for him and told them he was deceased. I didn’t even ask who was calling because I was so surprised. The woman wanted the date of his death and I complied. I’m going to assume it was his credit card company who keeps sending nasty letters saying they are going to sue him for the amount he owes (to which I say good luck, let me know how it goes).

Anyway I guess that trigger something in me because now I’ve been thinking about the morning I found him. It’s very upsetting and disturbing to me. It’s coming up on four years and I’ve gone through every emotion I think I could go through and now I’m remembering finding him lying there and rushing back to my room to call 911 and realizing right then that I was too late. It’s very upsetting. I suppose if it’s still going on by Tuesday I will mention it to my therapist.