I am having a bad day. There is something about staying in an empty house, missing your kid, that really hurts your heart. I want to curl into a ball and go to sleep forever. I have to get out of this house.
Bereavement cards continue to arrive. I wonder what they would say if they revealed what the sender was actually thinking. They would probably all be some version of, "I'm sorry this is happening to you but I'm also glad this isn't happening to me."