It seems lately it is harder to get up in the morning. It takes everything to get up and go wake up the kids and then I go lay back down. I don't get up until I absolutely have to. When I finally got up this morning I was trying to find something to wear and when it came to finding my boots, they were my sisters, I couldn't find the other one. I searched my bedroom and I had my kids looking for them. I didn't want to wear another pair i wanted those ones. I ended up taking too long and made us late and crying because its all my fault that my kids are late to school agan. I did change my shoes but I couldn't go to work. My day is ruined and I couldn't stop crying after I droped the kids off. My bucket was overflowing. My daughter is so sweet she is only 10 and when I started to cry she left the room and called my best friend and brought me the phone. I was so touched by that, she told me she thought I needed to talk to her. I did, I'm lonely without my sister and we didn't even talk on the phone that much when she was alive. I just miss her so much. I took myself over to my Dad's and talked to him. I remember when my Uncle Bobby died and how hard he took it, we were so young, under 5, but I remember that. I remember how he felt. I needed a hug from my Dad. From someone who knows how it feels to loose a sibling.