So most of ya'll know Josh is gone and the kids and I are for the most part doing just fine, their's the occasional and normal difficuties with the kids behavior and outburst at sometimes inconvient times but none the less, life is for the most part normal.
Having written that, I'm terrified, absolutely petrified every second of every day, that something is going to happen to my husband. While sleeping, I dream about it, while doing laundry I'm on the verge of tears just putting his clothes away. I ofcourse can't let the kids see me cry or break down because what would they think, ofcourse being kids they would think something horrible has or will happen and I don't want them to feel that way, just because I have this overactive imagination that I'm cursed, that people I really love die, that something is going to happen to Josh...
here are the facts though, 2 sisters, all grandparents including step grandparents except 1 are gone, mom, dad, and step dad, passed away. With the exception of very few people I don't have much family left, Josh and my kids are mine and I worry, needlessly all the time for them.
so there it is, everyone keeps asking how I am, well I'm a mess really, but I'm trying to hold it together.