February 23, 2019.
It is exactly a month since you died, Teresa. And I am NOT okay.
Every day is the first day all over again.
It doesn’t feel real.
It does feel agonizing.
I can’t sleep. Not really.
I stay up until 6 or 7 or 8am until I can’t do anything else but sleep.
But I’m awake again within a few hours.
I may sleep on and off throughout the day, but it’s broken sleep.
Eating is sporadic.
I would give everything I have to have you back.
I’m not ready to be your widow.
I miss you so much.
My whole world is shattered.
Teresa loved this song (“You Got It”):