Today is 9 months of living this unimaginable life without Amy. Just this morning I mentioned to my husband how while there seems to be an auto pilot switch that kicks on after this nightmare which helps us to survive, we are not wired to “get over” losing our daughter. And certainly, we will never forget Amy because love just never dies. Writing helps me to release the anger and the pain but when I logged onto wordpress today, I discovered this well written post which I wanted to share instead of more of my own grief rebel musings. Deanna, I may not know you personally, but I sure seem to know some of your heart. My deepest sympathy on the loss of your beautiful Sam.
Life had different plans
The day before yesterday (Thursday, May 1), I had plans to hitthe monthrunning, or at least walking. Post the first entry in thenew series I’ve been working on, Diary of a Willower.And then meditate?for at least tenminutes (a day)?a personal goal I’ve set for thisMay.Neither happened though. This day, life had different plans in store.
Morning road blocks. My old refrigerator had been crying for a few months. A sick, whining sound. On this morning it shook and sighed; lights out, literally. It stopped running. I got my coffee and noticed then, that my dog was staring up at me with big apologetic eyes. Not for the death of my fridge, I?m pretty sure. Although he does sense when I?m sad or stressed. No, he was apologizing for the big, messy, grassy, puddle of puke on the carpet. ?Aww, Reggie. It?s okay,? I told him…
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