I could not shake the thought as I cleaned, that at this time last year I was boxing furiously. Last summer, I was going home to help my husband through his final days of life. We ended up having about six weeks together. Some very sweet and bittersweet times. It seems like yesterday; but it also seems like a lifetime ago. I cannot comprehend that I've walked this life without D for almost a year now.
I know that I've made a lot of progress. Less tears, more of The Happy. Memories now make me smile and laugh. Some of my "new" future is becoming clearer. The house projects are getting wrapped up. And I may have mentioned a time or twenty that I'm going to Ireland this summer.
Moving on. But not forgetting. Because D will forever have his handprint on my heart.
Welcome, summer. Let's make up for last year.