I just wanted her there yesterday. All day. I wanted her to share in the elation and to have heard the words I heard. But especially during the night. Falling asleep was incredibly difficult. My emotions preyed upon me again; the gut-wrenching hurt revisited my memories, the wondering, the endless wondering, conjecturing, and everything else. I hate feeling that way. I just wanted her there. Even when I woke, this morning, the emotional residue was present. I must have dreamed about things in some capacity, even though I don’t remember. I don’t know. I need to get back to work.