trying to pick myself up....

Well I am totall mental mush. I know have gotten through all the things that have to be taken care of and now I am just trying to pack of my life and wow I didn't think it would be this hard. I guess you do get a lot of junk after nine years together. The hardest part is thinking I should be moving with him not because he is gone. This week I am going to return to work and I forsee it being difficult for the first couple of days- the every day things I am used to like our eleven and one thirty phone conversations that will not be there. The girls are doing ok they seem to bounce back pretty good. This has made me realize just how precious life is- I will never take for granted what I have cause even though he isn't here I still have the two best parts of him left.