I got Mark's death certificate yesterday and the grief hit me like a ton of bricks. It has his three causes listed and I just bawled like a baby. I guess I said it was my fault. I know it's not my fault, but I feel so bad he had to suffer through pain at a younger age. It's so weird how just recently things hit me making me cry like shredding old bills and even TV shows we watched together. Grief is weird and so random at times