One year ago on August 19th, my world ended. The sun around which I revolved was suddenly extinguished far too soon. I find it incredibly fitting that so close to the anniversary of her death, the actual sun will also be darkened, and over the state where she spent her last happy days. Seems the universe is acknowledging how amazing and important she was.
This year has passed too quickly and too slowly. It hurts because each passing day takes me farther from the times spent with her. It helps because each passing day makes the grief a tiny fraction more bearable. Some days the grief roars up in giant inferno, some days it is a quiet little flicker, but it is always there.
Solstice, you were the best dog to ever happen to me. I would give anything to have you back. Living without you is still so hard, but I’m trying.