A year later
It's been a year. Does it ever get easier? Not even necessarily needing easier, just real. Nothing has felt real since I got the call about our motion detectors going off. Nothing has felt real since I ran down the hallway at SHES when my boss told me my house was not being broken into, that in fact I needed to go home because it was on fire. Nothing has felt real since I watched my husband try to breathe life into our sweet 4 legged boy and got sick realizing that very easily could have been one of our girls. Nothing feels real now, a year later. Tomorrow marks a year. Please tell me that life can be felt again, be real again. I need to find a way to make that possible because the pain of the reality of it all is breaking my family.