So, I survived! The time that I got to spend with my sister, JR, mending our relationship was worth enduring the shower.
For the most part I was fine at the shower. There was a moment when one of JR's friends, who she is not close to at all, asked if it was my mom's first grandchild. She asked me, I couldn't answer, I would've started crying. I just nodded. If I could have spoken clearly without tears, I would have said, "No, I lost my son, Wyatt, he was the first grandchild." But, I couldn't and I didn't.
I will write more tomorrow. Today was VERY long and so was yesterday, I'm headed to bed.