So, I think I'm coming to the point where I'm finally getting to the stage
of grief where it's gotten to not crying randomly, and just needing
triggers.
Getting her ashes baack home, and picking out urns feels like it's helping
a bit. Like picking out her final bed or something.
Eldest had a homework breakdown with homework. College is really rough on
him right now. Its all calc, and sadly, it's outside my realm of
knowledge, so I cannot help. I feel bad, especially seeing how rought it
is on him.
