I’ve grown to hate “firsts”!!!!

First time going home where we grew up, met, married and had 3 kiddos .

I’m grateful for my new suitcase, a b day present to myself, but I didn’t anticipate it holding his remains as I go “home” to Michigan,

I had a full blown panic attack and froze in the TSA line after Andrew dropped me off. My meltdown was bc he should be right beside me, not in my suitcase.

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