For three days the date has been bothering me. Nagging would be more appropriate. Every time i would look at today, i would feel like i was missing something. Like the oven i forgot to turn off or the special event i was supposed to be at. I raked my brain trying to figure it out. Tried to remember if i promised someone I'd be somewhere. Anything to explain the tugging in my gut.
Driving home tonight, after a long couple days, it finally hit me.
Today would have been Popsie's birthday.
and I cried the rest of the way home.
I am trying to remember every adage i have ever heard about pain. About how it makes us stronger. Builds our character, makes us into who we are, is part of life...The truth is, right now, I am just tired of hurting.
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