If I had lost my husband, I think I would seriously need to be sedated. No doubt about it. I am sure I wouldn't be able to sleep, but if I WAS able to sleep, I wouldn't WANT to fall asleep. Not because of the sleeping or the dreaming part, but because that moment when you wake up, for a teeny, tiny, little milisecond you wake up and you FORGET that they are gone. It is really honestly a milisecond, you wake up feeling content, and ok, and even happy to start your day. Then it hits you like a ton of fucking bricks. (I know, I rarely swear, but it was totally called for there) It does....just smash in your face through your skull ton of bricks life altering moment when it hits you- the realization of your current situation, the realization of what your future holds (or more appropriately what is no longer holds).

Please for those of you who pray, please pray for my friend Sarah and the Krafchak Family.