1 year later.
And sometimes I still grab the phone to text her exciting news.
Or I still think I should call and make sure she has what she needs.
Then I remember. Or maybe I'm not really forgetting...I just hope that I'm wrong.
This year has been a struggle.
Made even harder because she's gone.
Baby Blueberry still struggles...a year later, which has to be even longer in a eight year old's mind.
This month she has made it a habit to eat mainly the snacks Grandma would make her.
Chocolate cereal with rice milk. Mott's fruit snacks.
And she asks Gibson quite often, "you're missing her, huh bud?"
I had promised my Mom I would take care of her dog.
On Christmas Eve, Hero Hottie and I had to take her blue heeler in and have her put to sleep.
On the way home a beautiful winter rainbow appeared out of nowhere and arched right over our
house.
Sometimes fulfilling promises hurt like hell.
This morning I was going to climb to the top of the hill with a mug of coffee and watch the
sunrise, because she died just before the sun came out. But today is windy and cold and the town
is on fire.
Instead...
I will just miss her.
Just like I have the last 364 days.
