Driving home yesterday after a long week of work I couldn't help but get a pit in my stomach. I got this feeling a lot last summer when I spent most of my time at home with Logan. It's a combination of being sad along with my emotions from grieving. Why was I sad? I'm not quite sure, it was just the feeling of being alone in the car and reflecting. As I sat in traffic I just stared at her picture on my visor. Boy do I miss her, and I can't believe how tough it's been lately. Most people drive home on a Friday afternoon and look forward to a great weekend. I do the same but often have that weight on my heart that hits whenever it wants. It's painful and unfortunately will never go away.
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