What a roller coaster ride this is ending up being. At the beginning of the month I was unable to function and now I'm spending my free time sorting through our many treasures and getting ready to move. I have 4 months, but as I can see time is flying by.
I can't believe soon it will be 3 months since you left us. I miss your silly songs and funny retorts. I miss hearing you fill me in on what's going on with the world, given in your own political slant. I even miss hearing the stories I'd heard a hundred times already.
You're always with me and I know you are watching out for me. Nothing else explains how my search for a house went. I committed to looking on Tuesday, saw the townhouse on Wednesday and it was under contract with earnest money by Friday. Heck, I was so gung-ho on this process I failed to do a simple thing like pre-qualify for a mortgage before looking. I've never bought a place, so I didn't quite think all the steps through. Thankfully the mortgage approval was fast. I'd heard horror stories of people waiting, so me having to have patience a few hours was a blessing.
I'm going to be safe in the house you are building me Michael. I think you'd like it, though you'd say "where are you going to put all your shit?" I'm working on lessening the amount of shit I have, thank you very much! I'm also figuring out how to have pieces of you brought with me. I want to be able to look around and say "that's my Michael's."
You'd be happy to know I'm trying to figure out the place for the wall of fame and shame. It will never be as grand as your wall, but I want to pay homage to it some how. Again, another piece of you that will come with me, along with a million memories that thankfully are already packed in my head and heart.
