sometimes i wonder if i would be so tired if Nolan were alive.
grief is a heavy, heavy burden.
and one way i cope with that burden is to keep extremely busy. we are ALWAYS busy. it’s the only way I think I have survived Nolan’s death.
when i do finally have some downtime, i’m exhausted. i’m not going to lie to you, my house is a disaster.
I can’t seem to find the energy to clean it.
I miss Nolan.
He was a good helper too. I don’t have the energy to make the others help as much as Nolan used to help….