Firsts Again

As if it couldn't get worse, Thanksgiving comes and it was actually worse. The deep cries, the catch in my chest, the gasp for breath. Falling down on his grave in the dark of night. Granted, it was only 8pm, but it was pitch dark in the cemetery at 8pm on a Thanksgiving night. There I am, on my knees crying. I've called a counselors line today, some service my job offers through insurance or something. Sessions free for anyone in your household. There's not an appointment until Friday after this one, but that's better than not at all. Two weeks to make it day by day, hour by hour. Just two weeks.