In one month, it will be a year. A year. I'm not feeling good about the date. If this morning is any indication of how I will feel next month, well, that's not a good thing. The last 11-months have dragged by and flown by in tandem. I'm not sure how I'll be able to wrap my head around this.
Mother's Day was hard. Father's Day was hard. One year...I think my heart might just break all over again.
We are thinkng of something special to do. Something that is good and will help us feel less sad. Something for Angela.
