Day 156

I've been struggling for weeks now to work up the courage to pick up the phone and make some phone calls. Calls to the ME's Office, Sheriff's Dept., funeral home. I need to pick up a copy of the autopsy report, the clothes Zavier was wearing and any other items the Sheriff's Dept. took from the sitter's house.

I called the ME's Office and will pick up the report next week. I left a message at the Sheriff's Dept. So, that's progress. Today, my husband casually informed me that he has the death certificate. Actually, he has had it for weeks, over a month probably. One less thing for me to do? I guess so, but I can't believe he didn't tell me.

What I'm feeling is on the verge of anger. I'm back to square one on day 156...