Why, why was River taken from us? She was too young to die. I loved her and Brooke needed her. She shouldn't have died.
As if that wasn't bad enough, we had a midnight visitor. A thief coming to steal things from our tiny little home. Why?
I got up to ring the police, but getting up reminded me of my loss. Everything reminds me of my loss actually.
He stole the new shower. Part of the new bath I did just for River. How dare he!
The police arrived in time. The cop fought with the burglar and
Arrested him. We even got the shower back. But I'm still upset over the theft. Between that and River's death, I've hit bottom. I can barely cope.
I do have Brooke to look out for. She's my only sunshine.
I know I should be teaching her to walk and talk but I can barely bring myself to do anything. At least I can play with her.
I'm trying to work on my next novel. But after this session, the computer broke. I haven't repaired much electronics, I'm not sure I can deal with this.
But I'll have to try. Brooke is depending on me. She has no one else. I just hope it starts getting easier soon.