I skipped writing last night - I was busy, like usual, trying to finish my sewing before SW. Someday I'll finish the week before. I was so conflicted about seeing you there this year, knowing you were still drinking, if I had only known how little that matters in the big picture, there would have been a lot less arguing about it.
I've been trying to encourage people to tell me their "Erin Stories" instead of just not talking about you - not hearing your name hurts more than anything, like people are trying to erase the fact that you ever lived, although I know they're only trying to spare my feelings.
Well, I have a lot to do today to finish getting ready to go, so I ought to get on that.