Here I am 39 days later and I feel that everyone is expecting me to get back to normal now, back to working the two jobs i have with no one understanding that most of the time i feel wiped out. I don't feel that i can just plod on like nothing has happened and i am learning to do what i want not what other people think i want. Days are long as i wake early and i dont sleep well at night, coupled with the quiet of the house and the overall feeling of loneliness. Oh well i have decided to make no major decisions for six months or so as most of the time i dont know what day it is anyway! Still waiting for a death certificate, still being hassled by his family....
