Today was the 3 month mark since we lost Catherine. I'm not sure how I was supposed to feel today, other than sad. Throughout the last 3 months we have done what we needed to survive. I can tell you that 3 months later, it isn't any easier. By doing the bare minimum, lots of stuff has been neglected. Things like hair appointments and vision appointments and well checks for the kids didn't seem to be on the list of stuff that matters. We know that it matters but it just wasn't on the priority list. Most days it is just to get up, go to work, feed kids, and make it through with minimal meltdowns and panic attacks. After realizing that Charlie wasn't handling his grief well, we opted to take him to the pediatrician for some guidance. He admits that he is angry and sad. He told us that he hated life. Those are all red flags. He also swears that he sees a man walking around the house. So off to the doctor we went. I honestly expected them to tell me that he needed to...