Another Day

The end of the weekend always makes me sad...and happy. It's a new week, new chance for new possibilites, but then another week without Billy. It's two years, 6 months and 10 days since I last saw him breath, so of course, I'm still thinking of him. I thought I would try a blog and see if that might help me heal more. I can't believe I'm still grieving so much, but there is a reason for it. FIfteen years with one person is half my life, so of course, there is so much more grieving to be done. I suppose I'll be sad forever, but I'm taking a writing class and hope that it makes it somewhat manageable. I'm also blogging to learn how to do it so I can create one with studetns. Should be interesting.