So it's Christmas Eve.
I've wrapped my presents. It felt very unnatural to sign the tags just from me. I had to pause on each one to make sure I didn't include his name on autopilot.
This evening I am going over to my parents for dinner. The poor dogs will have to stay in the car because of the baby. I can't leave them at home as the remaining old boy will bark and although I despise my neighbour I can't allow that to happen.
I am determined not to cry. I will not. I must not. Not in front of them anyway. I expect I will most defibiteky and cry on the drive home.
It's just self pity. A change from the norm. Shame.
I can do this.
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