Frankly, I'm sick of it. I don't like it. But what choice do I have? A life of bitterness and regret? I cry every day. I battle constantly with the flesh, trying not to think of what I have lost, of all the moments and memories that will never be. I see pictures of Matt's best friends getting all dressed up, going on dates, and proud parents posting the momentous occasion on Facebook. I honestly wish them well, but it. is. painful. It is then that I have to remind myself once again that Matt is alive and I will see him again. But this business of persevering and enduring. OH! How it is difficult. On days like this, I again am amazed we survive such loss.