Mike just before I met him.
I am doing fine most of the time. The oddest things keep setting me off. Today I was at social security..My daughter handled most of it but when they asked my SS# I could only remember his..that did it, I was a puddle. I had to search my papers to find mine. I did better when we were at the funeral home to arrange for his cremation. Odd right?
I am sleeping a lot but when I wake up, I panic. The days drag on and on.
My daughter and grands are moving in with me. That will start next week. Then we will start the process of turning the house over to her and getting a loan to build my MIL's apartment on to the back of this house. I don't want to deal with a house or any of the worry that it entails..I just want to be able to pick up and go when I want to.
I have lots to keep me busy for the time being..the V.A. and the A.F. come to mind. Then moving my stuff out except for the bedroom and office stuff. It will be harder to deal with Mike's things.