I am a second generation Williams-Sonoma posse member. It is kind of like the Divine Sisterhood of the YaYas except there are more of them and they aren't so melodramatic. I had a breakdown at work today - just crying because a year ago I buried Kevin - and you'd think that these women saw people bawling in the storeroom on a regular basis. They were so calm and understanding, giving me a hug and putting me on wrapping duty in the back so I could cry if I needed to. What a fantastic job I have.
This whole week has been terrible. Everything about it is bad. My sister-in-law, who is one of my closest friends, is not even speaking to me. It's a long story, but suffice it to say I just don't want to be in a fight with anyone, least of all her. I miss her and hope this is patched up soon. Of course, the obvious is that this week last year was the worst of my life, thus far. Waiting to hear if Kevin was ok, getting the unspeakable news that he had died, having to tell his parents and our friends and family, and then planning his funeral, living through the funeral, and worst of all, burying his precious body and not being able to do anything about it. So, all of this has been playing over and over in my head and making me crazy.
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