Steve died six months ago.
I can still hear his voice. I haven’t lost that.
He would have loved Cuthbert. Maybe not as much as he loved whiny Albert and sweet Bertram. Cuthbert isn’t as needy as they are. Steve was especially drawn to the helpless ones, and I’m especially drawn to the troublemakers and fighters.
Six months without my biggest troublemaker. It feels like yesterday. It feels like years.
Julie,
I am so sorry to hear about you losing Steve. I too am starting my life over. Every day was a gift and still is. Rilly.
Oh, Joy. I’m sorry to hear about the life reboot–that is, unless you’re happy about the life reboot. Email me if you want. And take care of yourself and Zoe.