I really don't know why I do this to myself... but I do it

This morning, I watched the Memorial Day ceremonies held in Ottawa (it's where I work and I could have been there in person.... though I've never been ). As always, and even more so since :Canada: has lost so many young men and women to conflict in Afghanistan, it was extremely moving... and beautiful. Of course, I cried through the whole thing... thinking not only of those who died serving this country, but of my ((((DH))))) and (((((daddy)))))) who are not here to share this moment with me. Let's just say, it was a very emotional morning!!!

Now that the morning, and emotions, are gone, I can move on to the rest of my day: continue writing those cards, put away the laundry that's been piling up and start supper (chicken caciatore ). And I get to make extras of the chicken: we have a pot-luck at work and I volunteered an italian meal (the theme is foods of the world ).

Yes, it's hard to move on and continue living: I feel as though I'm betraying him... though I know he wouldn't want me to give up living.