I asked Cathy, Frank's tutor, if she would mind talking with him about my mom. I've been concerned that he hasn't been grieving her. They were quite close and I'm sure he misses her. And he does. Once she broached the subject, the floodgates opened. He told her that doesn't let himself think about it because it's too sad. He also told her that he doesn't let himself cry about it in front of me because I'm already too sad. I tried to talk to him about it on our date night, but he really didn't want to. He wants to be strong for me and I just love him for that, although I do wish he would let himself grieve. I suppose he will as he is ready, and I will continue to be aware of what he is doing and try to help him along.
I have already seen signs of he and I reconnecting. We've had a lot of fun hanging out and every so often he'll tell me how great it is. I totally agree. Now that Beckett is almost four, Frank and I can arrange to spend more time just the two of us.
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