Sometimes memories surprise me.. coming out of nowhere.. and sometimes they haunt me and I cannot let them go. The other day I was driving to the post office, I realized I was on the drive I took daily to take her to kindergarten. . I used to go straight at the corner to get to her school… this time though I turned right to get to the post office to open a po box for a company I never wanted to start. Its right across the street from where her remains are now.. Just waiting for us to get her to bury her. I imagined running across the street and barreling through the door.. screaming her name. I thought a lot about her Make A Wish trip and the guilt I have attached to it. How I feel like maybe she would have chosen something different. I helped them[…]