I have really been struggling with the death of my grandmother and last night was just tough. It seems to come in waves. I guess this is what they call the ebb and flow of grief. I was really quiet all night, but when we went to bed I just felt like I was going to crumble. Justin just held me. I asked him doesn't he ever get sad? (Justin had a tough life and would have plenty to be sad or angry about.) He just looked at me and said. "Of course. But my job is to be strong." This meant so much to me, because I know I am probably emotional enough for both of us. I need him to be strong. I need him to be there for me and I feel so lucky that although he may not understand what it is like, he is always there to comfort me.
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