Last night I felt almost normal for a while. This morning I was ok until church was almost over. I kept looking at my phone as I have every Sunday expecting to see a text or voice mail from Nanette asking me to stop at the store or run some other short errand on my way home from church.

I don't know if it was out of habit or because we actually need some things so I went to the store.

My goal was to pick up lawn bags but I forgot what I wanted before I arrived and never picked up the bags.

When I made it home I accomplished nothing. It is all I can do just to stay out of bed.

The memories of two weeks ago still bring me joy and severe grief. Two weeks ago I was preparing breakfast for dinner for up right now and Nanette was her normal giving person; talking to all of her friends on the phone while roaming around the house.

I hate to think Sundays will forever be sad, but it appears that way for now.

It feels like my life has no direction now without her.