I got tired of just using the date as the title of my blog posts, so I am spicing it up.  

I have been trying to do more during the days.  Keeping busy, attempting to ignore my situation, it did help some today.  No major meltdowns, even when doing some unpleasant things.

I started the day by running to the post office.  Today I received the paperwork to file the life insurance claim for my wife.  I always had significant insurance on myself and a lot less for Cheryl.  I never believed she would be gone before me, so filling out the claim forms this morning just confirmed I have entered some alternate universe.  I called my insurance company and had a few questions regarding the forms and did have a short sobbing experience then.  I did get the forms done and got them back in the mail.  One more unpleasant duty completed.

I took my son and with both got our hair cut, it was overdue.  It was good to see my barber.  Well I shouldn't call him a barber, hair stylist would be more appropriate, he does a great job.  Anyhow, he's a great guy, and we had a good talk while he cut my hair.  Why is it that talking is so therapeutic?  Is it just the connection to another human that soothes our losses?  

We then did a few more errands and stopped and had lunch at Wendys.  My diet has gone down hill.  They say you need to take care of yourself when you have a loss.  I need to apply myself more to that.  

My sister was back over this evening cleaning out more of my wife's things.  I don't know what I would do without her.  It seemed to be easier tonight than other days.  Maybe I am starting to adjust, maybe not.

It amazes how many things my wife accumulated.  And now so many reminders of my wife that I have to  remove.  Most of it is just things, easily disposed of, but others really hurt.  Today I came across a small silver box she had saved my sons baby teeth in.  She had numbered each tooth in the order he lost it.  She was so meticulous before alcohol and prescription pain killers got a hold of her.  

Have a good night.

Mark