It's been a week....

...since I cried about my Mom, for my Mom, for my children's loss, for my loss, for my family's loss etc.

It's interesting cause I had a talk with my Dad last Saturday and he mentioned that I needed to get over it- for lack of a better word. And I promised him that I was OK, DOING FINE. And well, I thought I was. And, I am now, but I am no longer sure I was before.

Is this confusing? Yeah, well, welcome to my thoughts.

This might make more sense (or make you more confused, which I apologize in advance about.) But, SOMETHING HAPPENED. To me, last Sunday night. And I am not going into detail. Why you ask. Hmm, cause you all may stop reading my blog because you think I am crazy. And my family and friends who read my blog might try to have me committed. But something happened, and the truth is that I am not even sure I can explain it. I am not even sure I really fully know what happened myself.

But let's just say... the hurt was taken away. I am sure my Mom had something to do with this.

But again, the hurt is gone.

No more crying randomly throughout the day.
No more feeling like I am going to throw-up.
No more having trouble breathing when I think about her being gone.
No more just general sadness and moping around.

I guess I DID need to get over it. I guess I WAS worse off than I thought I was. I think that is why this SOMETHING happened. Cause I needed it more than I thought I did.