.... he did Easter well. He'd hide eggs 3-4 times if we wanted and he hid them in hard places so that usually at least one turned up in the summer. Definitely the best holiday memories.

My therapist told me that the stages of grief aren't really for the grieving but for those who are dying. And it doesn't feel like going through stages, more floating in and out of different feelings.

I don't know what comes next. Tomorrow is therapist day so I'm sure we'll work on whatever the next step needs to be.

This is one of the most confusing things I have ever gone through.