Sunday, November 01, 2015
I remember getting back to Matt's, and I couldn't sleep that night. I kept waking up. When I did dream, I dreamed of a room full of mirrors with the sun reflecting off of it -waking me constantly. I dreamed of angry words shouted at people I love. I tossed and I turned as the eventuality came closer and closer.
It may have just been the burger I ate that was 33% ground bacon. Who knows what drives anxiety and insomnia?
We aren't telling him. But it broke her heart that he wasn't with us this special night.
Our good friends invited us up for dinner and we weren't sure the kids would eat but after Charlie finished his second taco and his fourth enchilada we realized it was a great idea. Julia declared Chris the king of Taco Tuesday.
We hit the streets of their neighborhood, and as Julia declared - got ALL the candy.
The phone is the worst part. It's exactly two months later, and I have no one to call. Until the very end when she was so very sick I called my mom every single day. We used to have coffee together early in the morning on the phone. I drink my coffee now and miss her, and her stupid half caffeine coffee.
I miss having someone who wanted to talk to me about nothing every day, and was always interested in what I had to say.
But it was a good Halloween.
The first one without my parents. The first of many.