a rough day

It's been a rough day, or actually, a rough week. I'm not exactly sure why. It sometimes feels like just when things get a little better, they get worse. Two steps forward, one step back.

I just felt like I was in a total fog today, I couldn't concentrate on getting anything useful done. I felt so tired and out of it. I was having a lot of memories today too. I took Colin for a walk this evening and saw lots of couple with strollers ... it just reminded me of how Damien used to love to go walking with us when he got home from work. Then I saw a man and his very pregnant wife walking, and that too reminded me of us, just a few short years ago. We walked around the neighborhood almost every day, with little peanut in Mama's belly. Then I started thinking about the morning we went to the hospital to have Colin, bringing him home, etc ... you can see where this is going. I'm not sure what triggered it.

I found out this past week that a good friend of mine suffered a massive heart attack a few weeks ago. She is very sick and in the hospital, and will need a heart transplant. She is only 38 years old. I'm sure that got my mind going to some degree. My Aunt Cookie (Dad's sister) passed away from breast cancer on April 10th. Although this was expected and she was under hospice care at home, it was still difficult to deal with. I have been thinking about my Uncle Jimmy and their five girls and how hard this all must be for them. Damien's Auntie Jane (his mom's sister) passed away unexpectedly January 10th. Another tragedy for the family. Just seems like sad things everywhere lately.

But tomorrow is another day ... another chance to start over. So I think I'll go to bed and try to dream of a better tomorrow. Another day to spend with my amazing little man, who can bring a smile to my face of the bleakest of days.