Yesterday I finally had time to print the wedding photos. (I know it seems weird to do it after David's death, but he was sick almost our whole marriage). Afterward I had dinner with a bunch of the female dance people and it was fun. The dance people really wanted me to dance tonight and so I decided to give it a go. This morning I got a call and picked up David's death certificate. That was harder than I expected. I went to the dance studio and I struggled to stay there. People who know me understand how much dance has meant to me before I met David. I found out last week they were going to close the studio in May so there are only a few more weeks to dance there. I went, but I was a total mess. Between people telling me how sorry they were that David didn't make it and people being sad the studio was closing I couldn't stand being there. It was a complete bummer. I felt bad leaving early, but I couldn't stay. I guess I just wasn't ready. Every night I pray that God will give me direction and help me to use what has happened to David and I to his glory. I can't begin to tell you how much I miss David and how I struggle to not be angry with God.