I went to work yesterday. Lots of new candles and soaps are out, so nothing is familiar. I broke down a few times, but told them I'd keep it together and finish my shift. They're all so supportive, though, which is one of the reasons I love my job. It's just hard going back to "normal" when nothing is "normal". I feel guilt and anger and regret and sadness and all the other things bereavement brings. It's going to get easier. I know it is. But, that relief feels so far away. Everything smells of her. She loved the glitter mist and it's like part of her is there.
My birthday passed. Zac's did, too. Emily came over for my birthday and gave me a three-tier pumpkin snow globe. She had been holding onto it for at least two months. Then her memorial was on Zac's birthday, two weeks later.
The memorial was nice, though the "viewing" day was a nightmare. I didn't go. I knew I'd never be able to go and it was something she and I had talked about in the event she died. I was being pushed by my siblings and mother to go see her "one last time". They used guilt and even tried to corner Jena, Zac, and Alex to convince me to go. What would seeing her do? Would it bring closure to me? Would I feel at peace? Fuck no. There is no closure in her death. Closure means you close it off, you're done. Over it. I won't be over this as long as I'm living. I won't have peace with her gone. I'm going to be sad. I won't always grieve, but the sadness will stay with me. Maybe the anger will, too. That's all I'm feeling right now: anger and sadness.
Mom brought over a few of Emily's things this morning. It was hard going through them, but I decided to keep the knitting needles I gave her and some balls of yarn, but gave Leah the nail polish. There are more boxes, but Mom's going to try to rent a Uhaul sometime in the near future. Alex is going to come by when he's ready to take anything back home.
Meanwhile, the days are going by and I'm sad and there hasn't been much to write about right now. Bear with me.