I stopped by the cemetery this evening to see Nancy, for Mother’s Day.

Slipping through the halls of the mausoleum to find her place was like walking through some invisible emotional shell flayer, and I cried for a long time when I got there. Chris and Rachel must have visited that day as well, because there were two bouquets there.

I guess that’s the sort of thing that shows you that you’re not healed yet.

I am wondering and worrying a bit if I am healing correctly, and if I should be doing something differently, or something extra, to help myself along.