Good Mourning!

Been 17 days since Harry died. 

I haven't written about it Bc my heart is dead. 

The first couple of days I couldn't move. All I wanted was my baby back. 

Then about mid-week the place in my body that I felt sorrow & pain were replaced with peace. 

I felt like Harry sat on my chest. I felt like Harry inserted himself on my brain synapsis. The 2 places I felt loss, he placed his energy.

I can't prove this, obvy. 

I just know the presence I felt. 

Reminds me of my fav prayer, Footprints. "It was then that I carried you."

Harry saved me in life. Now, in death he is comforting me through the sorrow of his death. 

Today, Where do we go when we die? Every single day could be our last day. Yet, we wake up and worry about pure bullsh*t. 

How is this so?!?!

No one talks about this!!!

My mourning is now good. 

Bc of the magic of my rock, Harry. 

Although, I am left wondering where the hell do we die to?! Where do we go?!?? & Why?

Wish Harry could tell me ;) 

Sadly, now he knows...:(

Xoxo