Memorial Day

Believe it or not, it's been 7 weeks since Grandma had her foot surgery, so we had Aunt Phyllis and Uncle Gene and Aunt Connie and Uncle Al over. Patty, John, and the kids came too.

I swear that while I was getting ready, just before everyone came, I smelled your poop downstairs. I looked all over because I thought Daisy might have been guilty, but nothing. You used to do that sometimes just before someone came over because you would get nervous. Maybe you were there afterall.

Sometimes I feel you climb into bed with me in the evenings. I just wish that I could hold you again.

If I don't write as often, it's not because I don't want to. It's because it makes me so sad to write.

Nothing is the same without you in my life.

My First Trip Since You're Gone

May 18-21st I went to the Riviera Maya for a short business trip. It was my first trip since you left.

You used to hate when I would pack my suitcase and leave you. Trust me, if I could have taken you with, I would have!

I really wanted to take some of your ashes with me so that you could always be with me now when I travel, but I was afraid to move your ashes myself. I will have to work something out.