…will have been Frank’s 66th birthday. I still just can’t get my mind to accept he’s not coming through that door whistling, making a mess, stepping over bouncing dogs, giving me a hug and a kiss while I fix his lunch, not ever again.
It’s getting harder to breathe these days.
rosa said,
November 17, 2009 at 2:10 pm
But breathe you must. Think of the joys and celebrate the love you have–it is more than many people have been blessed with. It’s not enough, but it’s what it is.
avoidingstasis said,
November 17, 2009 at 5:18 pm
true, Rosa. Life with Frank was a blessing in so many ways. And breathing, at this point, is still required.
Spent the evening with my two closest friends, the two who also loved Frank the most, and it was lovely. All four dogs snuggled in the bed all night, and that was lovely too.
Thanks for writing, Rosa — it means a great deal to me.
rosa said,
November 24, 2009 at 2:23 pm
It’s always a day at a time… through loss or happiness