Another Tuesday

Dearest,
            I had a very, very busy day at work. A quiet day at home though. I learned a lesson, never read your own journal. It made me remember and cry and cry all over again. I'm tired of this, tired of feeling this way, tired of crying, tired of trying to "act normal" outside the house. It was a dark, cold, and rainy day today, I thought the weather was perfect. I don't have a lot to say today, one year ago was Phil's funeral and that means that there are so many milestones coming up, I don't think that I can take it. I am so sad and the house is so quiet and lonely.
Till we meet again, Your Ken