I've tried going about my supposed 'normal daily activities' as if it was just some sort of nightmare or stories but I've really not been normal.
Deep within me, i mostly deny this fact but every day, since it happened, there's always a thing or two that makes the reality stare at me. This sudden death of my mother-inlove is still seeming like a dream. How can I cope? Hubby has not been himself too.馃様.
Sometimes I wonder if I'm grieving excessively.
With her.