Today it sucked.
Every tiem I turned around, I'd see something & think "John would get a laugh out of that" or "I wonder if John would want me to go on & get that for him" etc. And then I'd remember that he's gone. I'd even got my phone out & taken a picture of a table I know he'd have loved before it hit me.
I didn't even stop at Rags to Riches on the way home. That one would have hit too hard because that was the last place we went together before he was hospitalized and everything went to hell.
I'll get a grip on this some day but right now, y'all it's HARD.
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