I thought I was coping...

But, the last few days seem to have been really difficult. Today marks 15 weeks since his passing. I miss him so very much. I feel so terribly alone. Motivating myself to do much of anything like going to the grocery takes all the pep talking I can give myself. I am so tired of eating alone, watching TV alone, going to bed alone and waking up alone. I want to hear his laugh and feel his arms around me. I want to hear "Papa" and see his face light up. Our granddaughters were the lights of his life. I want to hear him talk smack with our sons...teasing and joking. Oh, I hate this!!!!  Hate it, hate it, hate it!