I guess I should post something. I don't feel like it, but I guess that I should. Its been a long 5 weeks. Not an easy five weeks. Its been tough.

It still doesn't feel real. Every time we go over to see Barb I still expect to hear Al call out "Who's that I hear out there? Is that my Joey? Is that my Christopher?" I see an F150 and look, thinking its Al, even when I know it can't be. Or someone in a plaid shirt... I automatically think its Al.

Chris doesn't understand what's happened. He'll ask if he can go have dinner with Grandpa at the doctors, and then we have to explain again that Grandpa isn't at the doctors anymore. Then he says "I know, Grandpa in heaven". Or we'll be driving past the hospital and he'll say "Grandpa not there no more, Grandpa buried". Joey seems to be ok.... he's talking a bit more about Grandpa and says that he misses him. Before he would just shut down and not talk about him at all. Its hard, but we're getting through it.

Ok, I've updated now. Does this mean I'm good for another month? ;)