Saturday I can go look at Michael's house, all cleaned out and made nice and new. I'm not sure if I can handle it.
Part of me wants to, so I can see all the hard work that has been put in.
Part of me thinks it will be too emotional to see the house without Michael's stuff in it.
Either way, it makes me cry.
It's been 10 months since you didn't wake up. How can that be already? Where has the time gone? How can it be so close to a year when it feels like yesterday? I miss you every day, but time has really flown by some how.
So much has changed ...
I'm doing okay. I think you'd be proud of me. The house you provided me is lovely and I feel at home. You'd love Lucky, my new kitty boy. No, he's not PD or Mouser, but he's a darn good boy and you'd love his antics.
I wish you hadn't left ... I wish you were still here ... but I feel your love around me still every day!
