Today was full of good distractions. Lunch & dinner with friends.

But now I’m alone again. I’m realizing that Fridays & Saturdays are the hardest days of the week for me. Fridays because it was a Friday that I last talked to her. And Saturdays, because that’s the day she died.

All day, I’ve found myself going over what I did that last Friday. I hate that I don’t remember every detail. And tomorrow, I’ll do the same thing. The only difference is that I do remember every detail of that day. I hate that.

I hate this.

Image: jesuspark via flickr

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