Today is a hard day.
While this time last year Paul was still alive, by the time the sun goes down, that won’t be the case anymore. There is a settled sadness, a missing, that may or may not fade into just being grateful for knowing him. I try not to think about that day too much. It’s not as raw, but it’s still very painful when I do.
I’m going to try to get a few things on my list for this done today, even just one or two. Then I want to go out with my family and have a wonderful day reveling in life.
His family sent some beautiful flowers, and the tiger lilies opened early this morning. I’ve spoken with both his sister and his mom on the phone already, they’re putting together a slide show of his life and sitting down together this evening for dinner and reflection.
Thank you all for the support and kind words this last year. I’m reminded again of how important every day is, how you never, ever know if it’s the last one you can pack wonderful things and final memories into.
I wish for everyone who reads this to make a little extra push to have a full and beautiful day today. Embrace life. Breath and a heartbeat is sometimes all you need to be intensely grateful.