I'm still hurting. A lot. It was especially difficult after school yesterday. Usually after school, I call Whit at the very least--often, I go see him! I stayed at school late--until after 6pm. Yes, I had work to do, but I also felt a bit "lost". I wanted desperately to pick up the phone and call him, but that's habit after four months.
I texted his younger daughter last night to tell her how much I loved her performance on Friday night; she was sweet and texted back to tell me how much she appreciated my being there to see her. I'm going to miss her a lot...she truly is a wonderful kid.
I had to force myself to eat dinner last night. I had absolutely no appetite, which I know is no healthier than overeating in this situation. So I'm going to take it a step at a time. I will make myself eat until I do it without hesitation. In the meantime, I can take solace in the fact that I'm not overeating. Small consolation, but still...
I sold the tickets to "Wicked" that I had purchased for Whit and the girls. We were supposed to go on May 18th. I had planned the entire evening, and now I've had to cancel everything. I took a loss on the tickets, but at least someone will use them, and I'll not have to look at them as a reminder of what might have been.