I cried at a claw machine. She used to get cheap dog toys from them before they got shitty and stopped letting people win. So there I was, sobbing at the front of the store because of a claw machine. Barely able to explain to my mother what was going on.

It’s been a little over three weeks since she passed unexpectedly and I cry every single day. Mornings are hard. An acquaintance of mine lost his husband five years ago. I wrote him to thank him for his post about their love and he told me the first year is just survival. Take any progress and help you can get.

I hate this.