The beginning of the week was going smooth and I thought it was going to okay dealing with Mom’s anniversary. Wearing her necklace was a personal reminder of her and I felt like she was close to my heart.
And then it happened… Thursday morning I had a total breakdown. I wish it did not happen at work but a breakdown is not something you plan. A friend in the hall must have seen the despair in my eyes. She scooped me out the door and hugged me while I cried.
The local grocery store had helium and I was able to get a helium balloon. I did not want to be stingy and get a dozen knowing that I would release them and there is a helium shortage. I watched the pink balloon float away in the clouds hoping it would make its way up to Mom. I placed a dozen pink roses arranged in a bouquet next to the flowers my father gave Mom and wondered if I should have bought red instead. I balled my eyes out while standing in front of her grave. I could have stayed there all day to be with her but I knew that I was emotionally torturing myself and I needed to go.
Have you noticed, it was a hard week. I wanted to get the hurt out so we could enjoy a cool weekend with da boyz. My next post will be more up beat- I promise.