Moving on...

I have mostly good days now. Last Saturday when I visited my son's grave I was actually able to talk to him. I still cried but at least I got a few coherent sentences out instead of just shedding tears. I got to say Goodbye even though my voice broke. To day I'm deleting messages from my cellphone. I should have done this at home. I'm getting teary eyed because I can still read parts of the messages and they started way before everything happened. I'm shaky and well, sad. I need to get this over though. I have to move on and this will help me. If I did this at home, I might not make it.