I flew back here to northeast, accompanying the body of my boyfriend. I was so looking forward to seeing my sister after years apart. Started out fine, but things went crazy at her house. So I got a hotel room. I fly back to Southwest tomorrow. I'm holding up pretty good.

Can't sleep from bad heartburn. But I gotta make that plane. I keep telling myself, "You just have to get through this one day." Every day I tell myself that.

Right now I'm not depressed. I've been keeping the grief-monster at bay by being busy making arrangements.

Eventually the grief-monster will get inside my head. I'm afraid of that, but I think I can cope.