The milk was curdled today. Hubby poured it onto his cereal and it landed with a plop into his bowl.
Yuck
The expiration date was 7/31/10….
It shouldn’t have been curdled, it should have lasted another seven days after the expiration date. He told me he thought it was Jack and Samantha…plopping the nasty, stinky milk into his muesli. He said the world will never be the same with those two running around in Heaven.
I have a whole new appreciation and love for this man.
So much love I drug him to Water World yesterday.
This is what every self-respecting, grieving mother does when she loses her child.
She rides the Screamin’ Mimi, gives herself a ginormous water wedgie and holds her hubby’s hand on Tortuga Run.
We really, really needed to get out of the house.
So we did.
And we had a lovely time…..hanging out with the Coslins and the Martins….but every once in a while I would drift off…leave the middle of a conversation to watch a child run into the spray, see a parent chase after a toddler or or gaze at a blue Bob stroller being pushed into the park.
Then I was back.
And I think this is how it will be….a combination of happy and sad, being so touched by what people will do to keep us going, engaged in the conversation and then leave for a while into my own thoughts.
Hubby and I opened the cards from the memorial service last night. So many beautiful words, so many beautiful people.
Hubby would ask….Who is this person? How do we know that person?
She is a therapist, I know her from a TCH committee, he is a friend from high school, they are parents of my college roommate…..
We read cards for three hours.
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