Today marks six months since John died.
I feel like the smallest thing could make me cry today. My emotional state is not helped by the fact that I'm tired because my mom left early this morning; my best friend picked her up at 4:30 a.m. for a 6:00 flight (thanks, Erk). I got up to see her off, and although I went back to bed and sleep, I'm still tired. Plus my mom left, which makes me sad on top of the grief sad.
And six months. I miss John more, not less, as time goes on. If that trend continues, I don't know how I'll make it.