The length of time he was in hospital.
The length of time since he died.
I’ve survived 22 1/2 weeks. Twice. I’m heading back to work in the New Year, and some days I feel like it’s a good thing – other days I feel like it’s the worst decision ever.
Good thing I’m going back part time to start.
I can’t believe he’s been gone that long. It doesn’t seem real. I can’t believe almost all of 2012 has been spent in hospital or in mourning.
3 weeks at the beginning of 2012 were all we got of good times this year. The last 4 weeks of 2012 I will spend making happy memories for my boys. Christmas is coming, 6 months is coming, and I will make sure the boys have good memories, not just sad ones.
Life did not stop because he died. It just feels that way.
Tonight, I’m snuggled on the floor with the boys – it’s campout and movie night. I’m going to cheat and sleep on the couch – the floor is *very* uncomfortable… LOL But it’s another happy memory for them.
22 1/2 weeks. 158 days. Tomorrow it will be 159 days… the exact number of days he was in hospital.
Something just seems so wrong with that… *sigh*