Friday, October 12, 2012
Feet on the ground
I had dreams last night about the last night Wash was ever conscious and it was pretty horrible.
It was basically re-living it in my dreams.
I could not wake up.
When I did, I spent the first 30 mins or so just sobbing in my bed, I could not even move.
Yesterday, distractions helped.
Today, not so much.
I even got notified that DES won't cancel my health insurance now that Wash is gone, but that is not 'cheering' me up like it should.
It's like his last few hours are burned into my consciousness and it's a record player that won't stop; over and over again I see him, hear him, but just those words.
I don't even know right now, breathing hurts.