Arrena officially moved home yesterday. Today wasn't as horrible as I feared, mostly because Billy was here doing virtual learning, Kimberly was here cleaning (for money), and I was on the phone most of the day handling business. But now that everything is quiet, I looked at pictures and Facebook posts from previous years and cried. I miss him so much and I don't know how to do life without him. He pushed me along with my depression and made sure I was taking care of myself. He was my cheerleader. The grief coach said to go on to honor him, but I don't know how. I slept in his Chiefs' shirt last night, in his bed (we had adjustable beds pushed together), with his pillow. and his covers. I've been turning my back on it but I wanted to feel close to him especially on our anniversary. With some help, I got into his pictures on his phone, even if I can't get into the phone itself. It upsets me because it feels like losing another piece of him. But, it's just a collection of apps.
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