Sorry. No creative title today. (have I ever had a creative title?) :)

Tomorrow we go to Mike's funeral. I am not really ready for it - I know it will be so hard. I don't have a good track record when it comes to funerals. The last one I went to, (besides the one for little baby K.) I went through the viewing line at the visitation and by the time I got to the family I was so upset I think they were comforting me more than anything! I hate that!

We found out today that the woman who pulled out in front of him was drunk. That makes it even harder to take. And he was not wearing his helmet, which makes me want to grab him and shake him and yell "What were you thinking?"

I have felt surrounded by a dark cloud all week. Derick has not really shown many outward signs of grief yet. I know he is hurting and maybe it will take actually seeing Mike and attending the funeral to get him to let it out.

Tomorrow is going to be a very hard day.