Is it strange that I want to visit the cemetery every single day but have yet to do so? Part of me is afraid that I will break down again and lose that closure that I felt in my heart. It's unbelievable to me that my son is buried in the ground. It's incomprehensible, really. Will I always feel so afraid of my feelings or will I eventually open up and see with my eyes that it is okay to feel pain?
It's hard not to come to terms with this as easily as I thought I would. I am sure I shouldn't have to. Healing takes time.
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