I’ve been bothered all day by the fact that I can’t remember what color eyes Josh had. I can’t bring myself to look at a photo to tell me either. How twisted is that??
I know where all his photos are in the house so that I can avoid looking at them. I don’t dust them. I don’t dust the shelf that has his picture and a few momentos.
Does this sound like a healthy person? Gosh, it’s been 3 years since he died. I’m amazed how long loss takes to deal with. I started to type ‘get over’ but I deleted it as I am starting to believe there is no ‘getting over’ a loss like this.
Wow – I’m depressing tonight.