Sometimes I watch videos of him and just cry and cry and cry and cry.

I’m supposed to be in Washington.  Last year I booked a dream trip for the end of August: four days hiking through Olympic National Park and then three days kayaking the San Juan Islands.  I’d been checking the website for summer dates to be released and was the first person to sign up for both…

Every day that goes by is a day further away from the last time I held him.

It’s been one month. Every day that’s gone by has felt like a lifetime and then suddenly it’s one month. There have been plenty of moments I haven’t even wanted to be alive. Still not able to look back w love and joy, only grief and mourning but I know it won’t be that way…

A part of me died when he did.