There are good days and bad days. Some days are a fog and others are normal. What makes them good or bad seems to be based on a myriad of factors. I can have a bad day and be feeling down in the dumps and then see something or hear something that reminds me of a funny memory that brightens me up. My kids may run up to me and love on me right when I walk in the door. That brings a smile to my face. I also could be having a great day. Everything seems normal. I may have a smell of something that reminds me of Jan causing a wave of grief to wash over me. I don't know if I will ever stop missing Jan but I do feel like I am beginning to process these emotions. This is a tough road.
