A box was waiting for us on the porch when I got up this morning. It was address to Jess. How strange is it to be receiving someone’s mail nearly a year after they died? It was The Sims 3, and while I’d love to play/have this game, it’s not mine, and I have already got it given away, when we return home on the fifth. Jess asked that his things go to his friends who had less than him, and I’ve already promised his Sims 3 game and old iBook with a hacked, no-CD required Sims 2 on it. However, I have all of his Sims 2 DVDs, if anyone is interested in them. I also have his library of nursing school books and optional reading if anyone is interested.
It’s beautiful:

You get stickers, cards, and lots of other goodies inside:

For the longest time, I didn’t know what this really was:

Oh shit! I broke it!

Wait, it’s one of those drive thingys!

In other news: The funeral is tomorrow and we’re leaving on the fifth. My hosting expires in less than a week, so I guess my sites will die after this week. Thank you for all the well-wishes and love over the past few weeks. It was greatly appreciated. I think I’m cried out. I cried every single night for the past couple of weeks. I have questioned myself, my husband, my existence, god, the world, and I’ve come the the same conclusion: I am still drifting, eternally. I will never be ok with what happened. I will never forget the things told to me these past few weeks. I will never be the same.

A box was waiting for us on the porch when I got up this morning. It was address to Jess. How strange is it to be receiving someone’s mail nearly a year after they died? It was The Sims 3, and while I’d love to play/have this game, it’s not mine, and I have already got it given away, when we return home on the fifth. Jess asked that his things go to his friends who had less than him, and I’ve already promised his Sims 3 game and old iBook with a hacked, no-CD required Sims 2 on it. However, I have all of his Sims 2 DVDs, if anyone is interested in them. I also have his library of nursing school books and optional reading if anyone is interested.
It’s beautiful:

You get stickers, cards, and lots of other goodies inside:

For the longest time, I didn’t know what this really was:

Oh shit! I broke it!

Wait, it’s one of those drive thingys!

In other news: The funeral is tomorrow and we’re leaving on the fifth. My hosting expires in less than a week, so I guess my sites will die after this week. Thank you for all the well-wishes and love over the past few weeks. It was greatly appreciated. I think I’m cried out. I cried every single night for the past couple of weeks. I have questioned myself, my husband, my existence, god, the world, and I’ve come the the same conclusion: I am still drifting, eternally. I will never be ok with what happened. I will never forget the things told to me these past few weeks. I will never be the same.