I feel like I need to write something, but I have no idea what that should be. Just watching the cursor blink, trying to figure out what I should say... how i can express how I feel.
Right now, I can't imagine what her family feels like. With CF, you always know that early death is almost inevitable... but it's not supposed to come so swiftly.
I spent yesterday, finding all the places that I knew her. Looking at pictures. Tyring to figure out if she left with any regrets. Trying to figure out if I left anything unsaid. I don't think I did. But that doesn't really comfort me right now.
I am taking care of myself... I'm actually doing better about doing that right now. I keep trying to think what I can do to make myself feel that I am honoring her. That I'm doing what she would want for me. Right now, that's taking care of the physical the best I can, while the emotional works its way through.