Day 33 and it’s been a little rough.
Last night was by far the hardest night I’ve had since he died. I just could not get myself together. I stood in the shower sobbing and my 2nd and 3rd son were asking if I was sad. It was just a bad night.
Tonight I’m working on a project of getting a cardboard cutout of him for family pictures and things so he’s still there. Most of his pictures he’s either sitting in a chair or on the couch or laying on the floor, the other half are him with his sunglasses on so tomorrow I have to look at our wedding photos.
Day 33 and I’m starting to realize this pain is only starting to set in.
That Widow 
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