6 Years
6 years. Time flies? No, time is a thief. Summer is almost over now and the kids will be heading back to school soon. I woke up the one morning in June in tears, which always a fun way to wake up, from a vision I had of standing over your casket. Ok so it was really a box. I didn't spring for the high dollar casket beautifully handcrafted of the finest wood, only to then be incinerated a few weeks later. I mean come on. I may have been completely mired in my grief, barely knowing my own name at times, but I still had the ability to make sound economic decisions. During this dream I was begging you not to be dead and reminding you that we had promised to do this TOGETHER. I had not signed up for the utter bullshit that is widowed/single parenting. I battled a bulging disc in my neck for most of May and all of June that caused me to have horrific nerve pain 24/7. It's as if the universe was saying, "You know, June isn't quite hard enough for her. Let's go ahead an...