eight days later
It's been eight days since I was forced to say goodbye to Henry. I don't feel better. I actually feel worse. It's amazing how much you can cut life down when life cuts what you care about most away. This is post 1,001. I used to imagine what 1,000 posts would be. If anyone told me it would have been numb verses poured to dilute the anguish of losing Henry, I probably would have abandoned these parts months ago. I'm not happy. I can't make myself...