The Morning After

I did not sleep well. I got up.
I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, just like every other morning, yet it is not like every other morning.  I will never again hear my son say to me, “Hey Momma.”  Each morning I write the date and weather conditions in a note book, I often record other notes. Today I added the words Dale Died.
He died.  There is that. I have been crying since I got up.  So many many tears.