I hate Mondays...

Don't know why today was so tough. I think it's a Monday thing...
Monday's mean another week without Jack has started. Monday's mean my life is continuing and I am moving on. I'm terrified of moving on. Terrified of forgetting him although I know that will never happen. Part of me feels like if I just stay back here long enough then one day I'll wake up and none of it will have happened. If I move on it means I'm accepting the reality that my son is dead. Even to write those words bring grief to my heart and tears to my eyes. It's been a little over 6 weeks and not a day goes by that I don't weep for him. I miss him so very much.