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Saturday, July 16, 2011
DEPRESSION, SADNESS, FEAR, ANGER, HATE, LOVE
We are so depressed. No one has the courage to leave him in the den and come up to our room where we feel safe...where we can write or I can make pictures. I am so sick of watching TV. It is boring. It makes me want to eat. How are we going to get through the next week with him here and you gone. I could scream. It feels impossible. SOMETIMES EVERYTHING FEELS IMPOSSIBLE.
The 'cook' cooked today. But other than that we have hardly done anything. We got up at 5:00am and that is way too long to be up. Maybe we should just go to bed and read. This has become the blog for others to post their feelings because other blogs can no longer be used. 'R' is totally pissed off.
Oh well, I guess I will go. You won't see this anyway...I am not going to write it in our journal. When you finally return, there is no need to overwhelm you with pages and pages of bull shit. I know a lot of us miss you and hope you are okay.