My day stopped in its tracks after I read an e-mail from a day care mom. I scrolled through my other messages quickly as the kids were working on their craft and then the reality of this day, what I was trying to avoid facing, was right in my face:
those that encouraged me to continue on with "life". My life wasn't going to return to normal for awhile and it took some time to get enough strength just to go back to school. My new normal started when I got a phone call from my college roommate and it dawned on me that at some point I needed to keep moving...what I had left was still moving forward and was going to continue. Some of my professors had made that very clear to me as well and I even had to show an obituary to one of them. Leaving home again though meant that my sister was truly gone and that she wouldn't be coming through that front door again. That was tough to come to terms with and move past. All holidays, birthdays...everything was going to be different.