I watched my son sing in his kindergarten choir and I cried.
I laughed at my little girl's antics and then in the next breath I feel like crying.
I am planning my wedding! I am happy, but always, somewhere, there is the knowledge that this wouldn't be happening if it was not for the loss of a great man.
Today I did a really great thing. I rearranged my wardrobe to make space for my soon-to-be husband. The wedding is getting that close. In 30 sleeps I don't have to sleep alone anymore. I am so excited!
But what sucks about grief is that these things also makes me sad. Sad, because it screams so loudly that Jouke isn't coming back.
And I hate that death has robbed me of joy even in the happiest of moments!!