April 28th 2014 will be one year….
One year since I heard you say “Hey Mom, how are you doing, how are the cats?”
A year since Cristen and I got the text from you, “headed to North Shore for Pizza Bobs” and I responded “please be careful”.
A year since two Navy Officers showed up at my front door, and I knew what that meant, and I hated Mondays for the longest time because of that.
A year of pain, grief, and growth.
A year of bittersweet Holidays, and Birthdays.
More than a year when I stood in LAX hugging you tight, not wanting to let go, but forced too since my eyes filled with tears, and you always hated to see me cry.
In this year I have met many wonderful people that have helped me in my journey, traveled to Austin to spend Thanksgiving with your sister. Gotten closer to Sean. Learned what is truly important and what is not. I have developed closer relationships, with special friends, and family members.
Your room is now my sacred place, a place to remember, and cry, and occasionally smile.
I miss you so much, but those words cannot truly express how deeply.