It’s been a week since the funeral and 10 days since he had to die. It’s been a long 10 days, but wasn’t it just yesterday?!
I wrote this post and said that very little of our day to day will change. I was wrong. Our day to day has changed in more ways than I ever imagined.
I think about Dylan every day and all the “What ifs?”.
I’ve become a different mom.
I hold my kids tighter, more often.
My house is messier.
I say things, I never thought I would say and think things I never thought I would think.
That phrase “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck!” ? It’s not funny anymore. It’s not acceptable.
The fear of crossing the road or the parking lot with my kids is so intense now, that I’m more afraid than I should be.
I don’t know if the change is for the better, or not but I’m changed. Because he had to die.
Dylan and NaNa (that's me) at Mr.Gatti's in 2004 or 08?
Oh, Priscilla. I cannot fathom… You will be forever changed by this. You and yours are in my prayers!
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Hugs. So sorry for your loss.
losing our love ones is so hard…but we should move on for the person around us who love us and wait us to be okay again after the storm we suffer…
I feel like I’ve missed so much in such a short period of time. What a little love Dylan is, such a tragic senseless loss.
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Stuff changes fast, huh? IT kinda sucks, really…
Oh well. Thanks for stopping by! I didn’t realize you you checked in sorta regularly. I’m honored. :D.