I just hate feeling so helpless. I so want him back, yet there is absolutely nothing I can do. I ache for him, I miss him, I need him. His smirk, his laugh, his scowl. How I miss it so.
He loved to high 5. It would frustrate Jaal because he wanted to do it all the time.
How do we go on in this life when the ground was pulled out from under us. Jaal often leaves the room if we cry too much. He shares just a little. Yet somehow we go on, eat, sleep, make popcorn, it seems crazy, like we are living a lie.
I am supposed to go in to work tomorrow for a bit and meet with Anne. Crazy.
