Tomorrow marks the day she passed three months ago. Last month, I decided that I would try to be back in my hometown for this day every month if possible and although the last few days have not really been good leading up to it. Today, I find myself in a very strange place.

From time to time throughout the day I have found myself planning for it. I filled up the tank on the way to work today. I've checked to see if the keys for my house there are in my bag more than a few times, I have planned out where to park the car when I go to get flowers for her. I'm not sure if this is normal but I feel as though I will connect with her in some way if I go to her.