The end of this day

I don't know the last time I was this thankful that a day was over. Today we had my sister's funeral. It was hard. Really hard. I cried. A lot. And as thankful as I am that this day is over, I dread the days and weeks and months ahead. I've done this before. I know that now the hard part starts. Now I have to figure out how to do real life. Now all my family goes back their real life. Now we have to create a whole new "normal." One without Sharon. And that doesn't happen quickly and it doesn't happen easily.