100 Days of Grief

"Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm." -Unkown I overdid it today.  Last night I was so scared of this week.  I found myself in my Box of Hope looking through the things and just feeling.  I miss her so much.  It still hurts.  I couldn't sleep after that.  My mind was restless and wrestling with all the thoughts and feelings.  Around 2 am I got up and laid on the couch so I didn't wake up Nick with my tossing and turning.  I went and sat on the chair in our living room and stared into the darkness.  That numbness came back and eventually I fell asleep.   With little sleep I woke up with my alarm at 6:00 am determined not to make Henry late.  The last couple of weeks before the break Henry was late most days.  I feel bad about it and I'm sure his teacher was probably pretty frustrated with me but it was all I could do to get out of bed.  Poor Henry was lucky if he got a bowl of yogurt on the way to school.   I got up,