I just looked back at my post from last week when I visited the cemetery and realized that I actually had visited Molly’s grave on Tuesday (while Sean was at a tumbling class) and not on Monday (while Sean was at his drama class). I am pretty sure I went the Tuesday before that as well and not the previous Monday. Not that the day of the week that I visit my daughter’s grave really matters, I just found it amusing that I believed when I wrote my post earlier tonight that I had been going regularly on Mondays.
Who knows if any of you even caught my mistake, but such details matter to me and thus I felt the need to post again to clarify. Thank you for reading and humoring me. So much for Mondays (plural) with Molly… Tuesdays with Molly doesn’t have nearly the same ring to it. 😉 But I did spend a part of my Monday today, if not last week, visiting our baby girl’s grave. So at least today was a Monday with Molly. 🙂
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The memory gets better. Honest. I can almost be trusted to go to the grocery store for milk, and not come home with apples.
Time. Time will help.