It's been a week since we lost Cleo and I miss her. I am not as sad as I was the first few days, but it definitely feels emptier without her. It's funny how mourning works, well not funny, but interesting. Just when you start to feel a bit better, where every waking moment isn't interrupted by thoughts of her and ensuing sadness, you begin to feel a wee bit guilty that you don't feel as sad anymore. Well, maybe that's just the way I am, but it is so. I have had my fair (or unfair) share of losses....the hardest of which was my Dad over 6 years ago. I still miss him terribly every single day. I don't have any grandparents left, the latest to leave us was Grandpa Tom last spring. Sadly, we lost 3 Grandpas just months before Wee Man was born (both Tyler's Grandpas and mine).
With all the loss, it sure feels comforting to acknowledge what I have gained. A wonderful family in Tyler and Wee Man and that is the best thing in the world. Thanks for being there always....I love you.
Random mohawk pic follows....
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