And the pain is still raw

This has been a rough Don week....

1. Sunday Dan came down to hang out, see Aaron and of course eat whatever was in the fridge-sound like someone you may know? It is always really good to see him, but man it just stings at the same time. I am sure that it does for him as well. He is such a good kid, trying to find his way and I try to give him the best advice I can. It is probably cleaner and more adult like that what he was used to with Don, but still I try.

2. Wednesday night I dropped and cracked into several pieces a hot tea mug that Don gave me. Technically it is a coffee mug, but he gave it to me for my tea. It is corny with bears on it and rather ugly but it is SO darn special. Thankfully, Alex fixed it enough to get it back together but I won't be able to drink out of it.

3. A text from Collin came with a picture of the grave marker that was laid this week. Fresh. Raw. Pain. Hurt. Anxiety. Dread. Slapped. Torn. Broken. Those are a few words that come to mind.

4. I talked to Dan tonight and the tears just fell. We were talking about Don and then Collin. Ah! It hurts so-I will leave it at that.

5. Tomorrow, oh tomorrow. We are going up to Peachblow Rd. to spend the day with Don and Sheree. We will start off by going to the cemetary together. That I am having a hard time grasping. I can think of the first time I met them thinking to myself there is a possibility that these people could be my in-laws(funny how we hrils are). Can you imagine? That was in the first week of me and Don dating! Now I am going to his grave with them. It just sickens me.

Oh I miss him so much. I miss sharing things with him. I miss it all-even ALL the annoying things. He was so honest and true. He made tears dry. He made smiles shine. He made days brighter. He made things funny. He didn't hurt people. He made my life better.