The day before.
I hate today. I thought tomorrow would be hard, but I think today is just as hard.
There are so many emotions mixed in to today.
Today was the last day of my life before it would be completely changed forever.
It can easily be separated into before and after.
Unless you know the absolutely soul crushing, gut wrenching pain of saying goodbye to your child, you just don’t know.
My grief might not make sense to you.
Half the time, it doesn’t even make sense to me.
But it hurts. Every year, it hurts so much.
Today was the very last day of my “before”.
And I’m just really struggling to get through these next few days.
(((I miss you always, but today I miss you extra)))