Yesterday was my husband's 3rd birthday in heaven.

I tried  to focus on other things yesterday.   I miss him so much.  We did everything together including  chores.

I was pretty happy with myself  because I only cried  when I woke up, a few tears here and there, but I did well.

Today I went out to clear some snow and fell on my back.  I couldn't  get up.  I saw my neighbor was outside  so I yelled out to him.  He helped  me up and got me into the house. 

I lost it when I got in.  I hate being like this.  Not able to do so much on my own.  He's  out there doing my work for  me.  He is so kind.  He's a sweet and caring friend.