Today was the last MUMS group until September. I am seriously bummed out about it, but today Tracy's sis-in-law had a good idea. During the summer, the 3 of us will hold our own MUMS group once a month at each others houses. I love it.
For some reason today was super emotional. During the final prayer, I started crying and couldn't stop. Then when I was walking back to the day care with Tracy and Linda, I mentioned that I finally had a dream about Mike the other night (this is the first time he's been in my dreams since he passed.) That got the water works going for all 3 of us. Then I am feeling like an ass b/c I am being consoled by Mike's wife and sister. I don't know, it's been almost 6 months since he has passed, and the pain of his passing is not going away. How could something that happened last November still not feel real?
I can't even really tell you what the speaker today talked about. I was in my own little world and couldn't focus on her. I just want Tracy and the kids to be okay. I want Mike's sister and brother to find peace. I want my heart to stop feeling so heavy, but I never ever want to forget what a wonderful person he was.