It seems like it’s all done. We’ve had the funeral. We’ve sorted the house and packed the boxes. We’ve had the mail forwarded. Checked all the boxes, you know? Some minutes it feels like the last week took a lifetime to happen. Others, it feels so surreal that it can’t possibly be true – or have lasted more than five minutes.
We made it back home this afternoon. The time on the plane giving us too much time to think, to try to process and rationalize. We did so much better yesterday when there were closets to go through and papers to sort and kitchens to clean. There was no time to think. There was no time to hurt, not like today.
We are exhausted. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. We are eternally grateful for all the prayers, thoughts, and kind words. For the friends who came to help us, particularly Justin, start to shift through our grief.
And now I’m going to sleep. And try to fight the stomach bug that started with Robbie Friday night and moved to my mom and sister-in-law today.