Carry on Castle: Living with Grief

Hello my beautiful readers, Some of you may know that I have spent most of the last year writing a book about how Baby Girl and I coped with our grief. I gotta say I'm pretty proud of it.  I think you just might like it too! I have a lofty goal of it being ready to buy in time for my birthday April, 16, 2019. One bestie may have mentioned they think thats too soon but I'm gonna give it a hard try anyway.  So whats this blog about anyway? 1) to tell you I wrote a book 2) to ask you to sign up for my emails so I can let you know when the book is available to buy               a) to sign up for emails look for the button on the right of this blog.               b) you may need to be on an actual computer to do so, or do it from your phone by looking                      at the web version 3) Share share share share share this information with everyone and anyone you think might be interested in hearing my story. High School sweethearts Dan and Jenny

And I spelled it right on the first try (yes I checked) go me. This has nothing to do with what i'm about to blog. well trajectory does but not my spelling abilities or lack there of. A month after Dan died I was in the car driving Baby Girl to therapy. Play therapy because she's seven.  She needed therapy because I woke her up in the middle of the night a month earlier to tell her her daddy was dead. To me this was a given, of course she was going to need therapy. we were both going to need lots and lots of therapy. It's ok, therapy is good for you, everyone go to therapy. Baby Girl did not like going to therapy. She didn't like missing school. She hated trying to come up with excuses to tell her classmates where she was because even at seven years old she knew somehow it was taboo and didn't want to tell her friends. She didn't like talking about her feelings, especially feelings about daddy being dead.  I'm not sure where she got that from since her d