Got Through

I got through the 4th of July this year by continuing to distance myself from the loss as much as I could. But on the beach watching the fireworks at Sea Isle City, I just softened, and hugged Adam and asked him if he thought great-grandma was watching the fireworks too, as tears rolled down my cheeks. My sweet boy told me he thought gweat-gwandma was with her husband cuddled in bed watching them. I hugged him to tight I thought he would break.