I'm sorry I wrote this. Friday was such a horrible day. Dad was home all day waiting for the hot water heater guy to come, I was freaking out about money in general because the van needed repairs and I was stressing all day about meeting your liver recipient. I just didn't know what to expect and I felt like I wasn't prepared.
I also didn't want to even deal with such a situation which is just one more thing I have to deal with because you died. I actually felt like I had reached my limit of what I could deal with on Friday. I wondered where that limit was. And for some reason God felt far away. That was the worst part.
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