Tomorrow is the day I have been dreading since we celebrated your birthday on Oct 12th this year. You would have been 13. Tomorrow is the day you left us 4 years ago.
The calls and texts are starting to come in. They say,
"You can get through this,
How are you doing?
This must be so hard!
What can I do to help?
Do you need me to go to the cemetery with you?"
Although I am taking these comments with gratitude and grace, I am not really sure what to do with them, and if I will ever even take anyone up on their desires to reach out and help.
I am lost. I am sad and lonely, and although I will probably get through tomorrow without imploding, I will never understand why this happened and will fight it the rest of my life. Any tips on making this day meaningful and not just an angry and sad memory?