This morning my head was full of thoughts of Simon. I kept getting pictures in my head of yesterday. I started to question if I did the right thing- should I have gotten her chiropractic treatments and a blood transfusion first to see if that would have helped? No, no, you did the right thing. They wouldn't have helped much. She wouldn't have wanted that. My mind played this game a lot of the day. I still haven't had the profound grief I was expecting. Will it come later? Is this how its going to be?
I biked 13 miles, swam 15 laps and got some books at the library. Self care. Self care.
I believe the exercise will hold me together and sustain me.
