Monday.
I cried through my regular house cleaning.
I ran my regular hectic schedule. Sometimes I was crying during that, too.
I even squeezed in a much-needed hair appointment. Arturo, my hairdresser, cried with me as he cut and colored and styled. I know it's cliche to say that my hairdresser knows me really well, but he does. We are friends now. And he knows my mom. So, we cried together.
I was so grateful when two women in my ward delivered dinner. It was a delicious manicotti dish with rolls and fruit and a super, duper yummy poppyseed bundt cake. We loved it all.
My heart is hurting so much. But the love I have felt from so many people is overwhelming and incredibly sustaining. People are texting, dropping by goodies, sending messages through Facebook... My bishop and his wife stopped by. They are so sad for me. I feel so loved.
It's all going to be okay.
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