Same day...only later.

I've sent Mark a note asking him if he wants to do the exercise my therapist suggested about writing each other a question every day and answering it daily too.  So far he says he'll do it.  I'm not sure what I hope to accomplish or what the therapist thinks this will do.    I started this post with a old picture of Brandon.  Every day on the ride home it is so long because that was the time I would call him.  Sometimes he would only grunt at me but once in a great while we would spend a few minutes talking, really talking, ya know.  I miss him so much.  I miss what should have been.  I wonder if it will get easier when we get the result from the autopsy.  I hope so but I doubt it. 
I'm sorry that I seem all over the map.  When I used to write my thought seemed to flow better.  But, when I re-read this it just seems like a mess.  Plus sometimes the keys are hard to see because I'm crying.  God, this sucks.