I spent yesterday in a fog - with a big knot in my chest. A knot of fear - facing the unknown. A knot of pain and grief - at the loss I am going through.
That knot seemed to dissipate, some, as the day went on. My friends are gathering around me, offering heart and hug, and it helps.
Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow and this is all a bad dream. And maybe not.
Maybe she'll wake up tomorrow and decide she can't do this. And maybe not.
Too many maybes - that's what is wrong here. Too many.
Thank you, all of you that have commented about this. You have no idea how much you all mean to me.