I woke up this morning with some of my mind working. I realized that I haven't visited your family yet, or your grave. I got up took a shower and made myself a smoothy so I would have some energy. I haven't eaten much since your funeral. I told the girls where I was going and got in the car. I think I'm doing it jal. I'm getting better.
I drove to your parents house and knocked on the door. I thought they would shut the door in my face, but as soon as you mom saw me she pulled me into a hug. I tried to explain where I had been but they wouldn't let me. They knew what I was going through.
We talked for a while then I got up to leave just as I got in my car, your baby brother ran out and gave me come of your old stuff. He said that your parents just couldn't stand to have it in the house. To many good memories. I still haven't looked through it though. I'm afraid of when I might see.
