11months

Today marks 11 months.  I have cried, screamed, hit things, but I still feel hollow.  I also thought about all I've done in the last 11 months.  In the middle of crying, screaming, and hitting I took the kids to New York for the first time.  We took a tour down the East Coast and saw so many things that we only read about in books.  I've paid off all the bills.  I've stayed with friends in Tahoe.  I've kept the kids sane.  I've kept myself sane.  I've lost 30 pounds.  I've started dressing up again when I go to work.  I take care of myself.  I'm surviving.  But Tom's not here to share it with me.  So why did I bother?