I just got home from a first dinner with my FIL, MIL, BIL, and SIL and I am a wreck.
This dinner was to celebrate my FIL's 71st birthday. When I arrived everybody acted like nothing was different and the family watched A COMEDY together (!!!). I know they were probably trying to distract me and themselves, but it was so hard to watch them act like everything was fine. (Especially when they have been avoiding me because they all know I'm NOT fine)
Then the dinner itself happened...at the same table as always. There was a place set at the empty chair beside me, where he always sat. (turns out that setting was for our nephew, who was joining us later). I looked up and there was my beautiful boy, in all his handsome glory, smiling down at me...through the entire meal. (it's a wonder I could eat anything, which is not unusual right now, and how I didn't vomit right there I will never know.)
If all this wasn't enough, my FIL took me into his office alone at the end of the meal to ask me when I was free to go with him and pick a monument. Although hard to hear, I handled that ok. When he then proceeded to ask me (1) If he and his wife could take some of my DH's ashes to keep in the house with them and (2) If I intended to inter the box with him, or if I would take the ashes out and only bury those.
Now I am back in my too empty home, sobbing uncontrollably and trying not to be sick. How can one even attempt to survive this desolate wasteland of their life, with their everything gone, when those who should be feeling the same way are being this cruel.
It feels like I will not survive this... and that might be a blessing as the pain might stop then.