Riley is having bad dreams. He woke up terrified at 10:30 p.m. last night. Poor little man. I rocked him back to sleep, but as soon as I laid him back down in his bed he was screaming again. I managed to soothe him back to sleep with some lullabies, and he slept through until 5:00 a.m., but then he was ready to rock and roll.
Both babies are waking very early and waking unhappy.
I continue to eat a lot.
I have purged a massive amount of cancer-related stuff from my house. It feels really good.
My in-laws and I picked up GH's ashes today. It went OK. GH is now on one of our bookshelves at home, for now in the ugly brown plastic box from the crematory. I need to figure out what to keep him in more permanently.
After picking up GH's ashes and dropping my in-laws off at the airport, my mom and I took GH to Whole Foods. We needed to stop there, and I didn't want to leave him in the car.
Since GH died, the weather here has been horrible. Saturday, the day we sent him off on his journey at the crematory, has been the only exception. Today, the weather is not great, but seems to be turning the corner. I think GH is glad to be home. I know I'm glad to have him here.