W's parents are driving through today on their way to Florida for their annual 6 week vacation. W said that they were going to ask if we are going to visit - like we do every year. Then she said, that she wouldn't be able to take off work and I told her I didn't want to go on my own with the kids. I then asked if her parents knew of our sitch (something that she's been very hesitant is doing) - she said, yes, she told them last week.
Then, I asked of the D papers were done. She said she had to approve them, then she could give them to me. She commented about how sad it all was, seeing it in print, especially the kids named. I gave her a hug as she cried a few tears.
I know the papers were coming, and am resigned to the certainty of the D, but it still felt like a couple of small arrows hit my heart. Nothing knee-buckling, just heart-sinking. Seems like every step closer to the end doesn't feel any better. I'm sure I have to get through the next few months, before I can get the grieving behind me and start a new and joyful life without her.
