117 days until 2023

These are going to be the hardest 117 days of my life.

I’m scared of the pain my grief will put me through.

September 20 is your memorial at work (sorry i know you didn’t want one but your work really did so tough beans), and yes- i will bring carrots for the bunnies.

Halloween- our holiday.

November- our birthdays. 2 days apart. The one year mark of the best week of my life spent with you in your darkest time. Words cannot express these moments we shared.

December- Christmas. The Christmas I never gave you. The one thing you really wanted that I just couldn’t do. I’m going to make your Christmas right this year. Sorry Dad.

Then it’s smooth sailing for 2 months. Then it will be a year since you set yourself free.

I wish you were here to help me get through this. I’ll try not to be a puddle of sadness for 117 days, i know how you and I both dislike emotions 😉

Miss you