It has been 139 days since my daughter died and I still haven’t been able to write her obituary. I don’t want anyone else to write it or any offers of help, it’s something I feel I must do on my own. 139 days feels like a grain of sand on a very large beach. Like no time has passed. Like it was yesterday. It still surprises me how much harder it gets with the more time that passes.
I need a road trip. Maybe that will give me some inspiration to write a tribute to my daughter, one that she really deserves.