We got Brandon’s ashes back yesterday afternoon.
We cleaned up a spot for him, since his urn is actually kinda big and so he couldn’t sit in the same shelf top as Damien. I’d like to have a proper altar someday.
Rhys took the crib apart today. He moved my rocking chair into that spot. He hasn’t taken apart the bassinet.
It has been exactly a month since our youngest baby died and I can’t stop hurting.
I need to get away from this now before I smash very expensive computer equipment that costs probably in the realm of ten thousand dollars or more to replace.