Thursday

So, Thursday is that fateful day that has come way too quickly. That day marks the one year that my grandmother passed. The only thing I have to take my mind off of it is a final in one of my classes. My son plays a pivotal role in helping me cope with that day. He will also play a role in helping my mom cope with it as well. I'm mildly scared of that day, primarily because I haven't allowed myself to feel or grieve since last year. The day she passed I had to go into work and I was a complete wreck. My eyes were a deep red all day and kleenex and I became very good friends. I had an incredible support network there and I believe I may go back to my old job to get a little of the support that I received last year. My mind is reeling as to what I'm going to do...