Still too busy to grieve. I have 3 kids to keep track of - has everyone eaten, is anyone poopy, why is annie crying now, did all of alex’s toys get back in his bag?
The funeral is Friday, nursery provided. Hallelujah. Alex and annie play, while Louisa sits quietly in my lap. Ready to give her mom a hug when she needs one. Reality catches up with me, and I finally find time to grieve.