7:53 P.M.
Uncle Ronnie and Uncle Clint died at the same time of day, same day of the year, 2 years apart.
Talk about freaky!
Grandma mentioned that eerie fact today. I didn't know how to respond when she told me.
Every time she talks about Clint I can't help but want to cry. I wonder if I'll ever be okay talking about losing him. He was such a great guy. Every time we talk about him, I start thinking about my grandfather, and how much I miss him, which leads to more tears. The water works come on and I can't turn them off.
I wish I could get out of this funk.
How long does the grieving process normally last?
I wish I could get out of this funk I�ve been in.
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Tomorrow starts another busy weekend.
I hope I can make it down to the beach for a while on Sunday�
