Today is two calendar months since Mr Trifectagirl passed.
I still feel like I'm running on a few time-lines. How long since he got sick (closing in on 5 months) and how long since he passed. His passing I still count in both weeks (it's 8) and months.
But the weeks are getting fuzzier to remember. I'm not sure if this is a good or a bad thing. Or as he always said, 'It is what it is' (which drove me batty, by the way).
And how am I marking the day?
J went swimming, then off for his 18 month checks and immunisations.
We also reached that milestone a couple of days ago.
In amongst all the crazies, somehow I got an 18 month old.