On paper we have the ideal situation for the loss of someone.
On paper it's ideal because my house has always been Asa's second home.
On paper we're fortunate because we have no regrets.
On paper things are best because Asa has so much family around him to provide him with love and support.
On paper Asa is lucky because his father is wonderful and has always been an active part of his life and loves him dearly.
On paper it's great because our houses are only a mile away so if Joshua needs something I can be there in 3 minutes, literally.
On paper Trina suffered for "only" 8 months.
On paper we are in tune with our emotions and can express them.
On paper we are such a tight knit family that it should be easier for us.
On paper we are "not the first to have gone through this and are better equipped to handle it than most."
On paper the first year is the hardest.
On paper we have each other.
On paper Asa had unconditional love from his mom and will always remember that.
On paper we have the best of what we can possibly have.
Then why does our reality feel like none of the above matters.